A few times last year, I pulled into the school parking lot only to hear from the backseat, “I forgot my backpack.”  Drive home.  Get backpack.  Late for work.  Repeat.  Grumpy dad.  Ugh.

Then for the first time this year, I heard it again.  Soft.  Sad.  Embarrassed.  “I forgot my backpack.”

Well, my plan for tomorrow and every day forward…

The backseat reminder (a.k.a. “Dad Solution, Sharpie Style”).