Trevor has been staying afterschool a couple of days a week. On Wednesdays, he plays Rock Band. On Thursdays, the play is supervised by the man who teaches PE, and there's always something going on that I wouldn't expect. Forts made with mats, dodgeball, and strings criss-crossing the rooms so the kids can pull themselves along on flat four-wheeled carts.
This week, the play involved a bossy older girl giving people tickets for their driving.
Trevor had given himself immunity from her tickets on the license plate of his cart. It said:
"You can't give me a ticket because I am the president.
(He's already got a few ideas for his acceptance speech, too. Another story, though. Another time.)