Joining the MOB (Mothers of Barons)

"If" you were to be at middle school right below your house with your three sons riding bikes, when the youngest exclaims his urgent and pressing desire to relieve himself, you may suggest a tree. And after doing so, he may determine that he also needs to relieve himself in another way more suited for sitting down in one's own bathroom. At this point you would be faced with the decision to go home and do your business and return or use the schools. DO NOT USE THE SCHOOL'S BATHROOM!

Because if and when you follow the signs from the front door to use the gymnasium doors for after school hours and you see a propped open metal door where the gymnasium is and hear boys laughing and a ruckus type of noise, you may be just one door off from the gymnasium door.

And strictly hypothetically speaking, if your older son, who is 6, comes out and tells you it is not a bathroom or a locker room, you may not want to trust his judgement on that before you walk in a door you had been suspicious about. And after if you ask him why he told you it wasn't a bathroom or locker room, you'll learn that vocabulary really is important as he answers, "It was just a room where boys get changed for football or other sports." And that is when you might take the opportunity to tell him that is the definition of a locker room. Just Saying!

But these things would only be done after walking to the aforementioned door having an athletic coach pass your three young boys, size them up like a jungle cat assessing his prey and ask knowingly, "Are these future Barons?" The mascot of our highly skilled athletically inclined school district. "They look like they are going to be good team." And when you say yes, he'll have shouted, "Go, Barons!" while pumping his fist upward. But this is all just hypothetical conjecture, because can you imagine the shame of having walked in on a middle school boys locker room filled with boys right after a sports practice. Yeah, neither can I ;)