I was totally and completely wrong about Friday being the last day of school for the twins.This Monday was.
It did seem odd that as we left the end of the year beach party a lot of moms said good bye for the year by calling out, "See you Monday."
So, Monday morning we got them ready for their second last day of school. I suppose this was a fitting end to the year seeing as The Princess had two first days of school back in September.
And off they went, again, with their mismatching pairs of shoes.
It was shortly thereafter when my phone rang. The Pixies teacher said, "Hi there. We have you on the calendar to read to us for story time in ten minutes."
I may have been clueless to the last day of school, but this was an error. While I help The Princess's class every Monday I only help the preschool class the second Monday of every month. And this was the third Monday.
Too many details you say, but the point is, that I cannot resist my kind feelings toward Teacher Lisa who is the archetype of a preschool teacher...so I said I'd be right there.
And right there I got.
It's a good think too because as I pulled up to the school I remembered I had not packed The Princess her mandatory snack for snack time. This could result in long term consequences so I scanned the car for anything resembling food.
Wonder of wonders there on the floor was a covered dish of brownies we'd taken to a party two nights before.
Only I couldn't just walk a brownie into her class and hand it to her. It wouldn't be respectable.
What would be respectable is if I wrapped it in trash. The foil wrapper from my eaten protein bar and the envelope from our electric bill worked nicely. Why all I needed was a little string and it could be one of my favorite things.
So with bundle and wet hair I proceeded to story time and wowed them with my version of A Visitor for Bear.
Then I was off to give my offerings to The Princess. Except to add to the mornings delight a fire alarm began screeching. With me going one way and she going the other The Princess and I passed in the hall. I had just enough time to smuggle it into her upturned hands before she was whisked away.
And there I was...feeling proud of myself.
Pride cometh before the fall you know.
Late that afternoon The Princess said, "So mom, my whole class was freaking out about me eating from a ripped up envelope."
You mean they didn't think it was cool?
She was silent.
"Not really" she finally admitted. "Anyway why did you do that?" (Which sounded vaguely like, "What's wrong with you?")
I...I...uh...I I'm not very quit witted that's for sure.
So she filled in he blanks, "You ran out of time and couldn't find anything else could you?"
No.
"Oh good."
Good?
Good?
"Yeah. I told the whole class the truth."