The Bert Show.

Preschool.

Which, when you think of the word itself, pre-school, it's not even school yet.

How do you get expelled?

It's pre-school.

Well, thankfully my son did it because my husband intervened.

But yeah, I very likely could have gotten my child expelled from preschool had my husband not swooped in and saved

the day. Are there any rules even in preschool? I mean, there's, I don't know. Show up, take a crayon,

go home. We'll make them popular though. Right. A. A. B. A. A. A. All right. What happened was,

every Sunday, I lay out all of Jimmy's clothes for school, right?

I, even though you can't tell by looking at me, know a little bit more about fashion than my husband does. Some of the outfits he puts together are questionable at best.

So I will lay out all of Jimmy's clothes. I make sure he has

something cozy for Mondays because he has shining hearts where he does yoga and meditation.

I make sure whatever he wears on Thursday he can get paint on because he has art class.

Like this is like mental load stuff, right? So I got him all laid out. And so all of his clothes

are laid out. And I'm like, oh, he's going to be looking cute.

He's going to be looking fly.

It's still like it's still about the drip even when you're in preschool.

Okay.

So I go to pick Jimmy up from school because my husband takes him because of my hours.

And I fortunately can pick him up afterwards.

And I'm looking at his outfit, and I'm like, that is not the outfit that I chose for him.

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