I went to Bumblebee's Halloween party at school yesterday. Let me be frank: I love my kids. They are, of course, the most amazing children on the planet. Other people's kids are pretty cute too. But twenty four six-year-olds in one setting?
*photo of Bumblebee's first grade class:
Bumblebee's teacher either has a great prescription for chill out pills, or she's got the patience of a saint. The kids got pencils in their treat bags for the party and she played a CD for them so that they could use the pencils as drumsticks on their desks. Holy Excedrin Headache, Batman...
*photo of Bumblebee and a few of her classmates drumming with their pencils:
I left the school feeling dizzy, completely overstimulated, and in desperate need for a nap! I didn't have time for a nap, so I settled for a beer. I'm fairly certain that a teaching career is not in my future.
I get to spend the day with Bumblebee's class again today. We're going to see a production at the children's theater: Ramona Quimby - from Beverly Cleary's books. I'm so excited to see it! But I'll admit it... I'm going to take a prophylactic Excedrin before I leave.
Raise your hand if you thought I meant 'condom' when I used the word 'prophylactic'...