Sometimes, I sit down to write in the morning and there is a Big Thing on my mind that I really do NOT want to get into, so I try to find something else to natter on about, and then sometimes there is simply nothing shiny available and my children have been neither unusually delightful or horrid and then—very rarely, but it happens—I wander off and realize twelve hours later that, Oh, hey, I never wrote today.
So I could get into a BIG GIGANTIC RANT to finish out the week (Hint: Are 504 Plans optional, and should the school which is ONCE AGAIN in violation open a conversation with me by saying “Well, really, it’s okay!”? Answer: No, and OH HELL NO.) or I could just tell you what ONE THING tickled me today.
Today the kids had Field Day at school, which was very! exciting! on a number of levels. There was tug-of-war and archery and running things and throwing things and BOBSLEDDING. Yes. Bobsledding. In Georgia. IN A CARDBOARD BOX.
Life doesn’t get any more fun than THAT, people.
(I am willfully overlooking how unsafe that sounds, so just don’t even speak to me about it. Six kids at once in a cardboard box! On a hill! Tralalala! Fantastic!)
My children are nothing if not predictable, and so both of them declared the SNACKS to be their favorite part of the day. For the bargain price of one dollar, each child got a wristband with four marks, and those marks could be redeemed towards various yummy things.
Tonight before bed, Chickadee was going on and on about it and I realized that in all of her OH SO GROWN UP 10-year-old-ness, she was referring to the place where you could go for snacks as “The Confession Stand.”
This was hilarious, especially once I pointed it out to her.
We then discussed what sorts of confessions would be necessary during Field Day. “I confess… that I throw like a girl.” “I confess… that my shoe is untied.” “I confess… that I am having trouble remembering this is actually a Concession Stand.”
Maybe you had to be there. Whatever. It was the high point of my day, because some days it just doesn’t take much.