Dear elementary school staff,
Please excuse Tyler for his tardiness. We were running ten minutes ahead of schedule this morning until I couldn't find my keys. After rummaging around in the house for a few minutes, I went out to the van, where four children were getting into their seats. That's when I realized that my keys were in the ignition, Jon Schmidt music was blasting ("Dumb Song" was appropriate for the moment), and the air conditioning was running. Thanks to Gavin's little stunt, the van's battery was dead. My knight in dirty old car came to the rescue.
Is this a good enough dog-ate-my-homework story? Because it's true.
And sorry that this note is written in orange crayon.