Last Minute

A kind reminder to teachers everywhere: sending home a note with my child regarding a mandatory school presentation in which my child has to be at school by 7 p.m. that very evening is NOT ADEQUATE NOTICE.

I walked through the door at 5:45, read the note and wished Aidan would say the teacher was kidding. Instead he was already jumping up and down with excitement over his class's presentation on the history of his school. (Do they do this stuff just to torture the parents? ) Chris walked through the door at 6:10 and after reading the note, laughed, turned to me and declared, "I'll flip you to see who has to go."

I lost. But I told Chris if he got to stay home, then he had to pick up the playroom so our dear cleaning lady could actually vacuum the rug tomorrow.

Aidan insisted his public appearance required a shirt, tie, pressed khakis, and dress shoes. He looked beyond adorably handsome, but of course, he was the only boy in kindergarten in a tie. He's like my very own version of a mini Alex P. Keaton.

Each grade, starting with pre-K, put on a short presentation, some with songs and exhibits!, on the history of their school. In short, it was alot of singing and reciting of people who have died during the course of the school's history. The father sitting next to me grimaced and whispered to me, "This is very uplifting." Heh.

I figured we could sneak out after Aidan's class did their thing, but, of course!, Aidan wanted to stay and watch some of the presentations. Until he heard the school was serving ice cream upstairs - then we were good to go. (Thank goodness for the bribe of a good sugar rush. Nothing works quite like it.)