Noah’s room mother left me a voice mail last night.
“I see that you aren’t volunteering to help in the classroom this year (younger siblings aren’t allowed at school) and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind putting together treat bags for Halloween. Candy isn’t allowed at school anymore, so just fill it with school supplies and small toys. Thanks.”
It makes it nearly impossible to get out of it without saying that I just can’t afford to do it. You know, even if I had money, that seems like something that only a clueless wealthy parent would ask.