Sam went on his first field trip today, and I almost died. The end.
First off, when did this little baby get old enough to attend fucking field trips??? Seriously, there were permission slips and requests for chaperones and everything, and yet yesterday he was still asking for a 'dwink of wah-way.'
GAH!
Secondly, this morning when he came downstairs I was expecting excitement and jubilation! Last night we laid out his clothes, since they requested that the kids wear their bright yellow school shirts. Just that process of finding the shirt got him all giddy last night. So I was a bit surprised when he came downstairs looking nervous. Turns out, the shirt was a size too big for him, and he was worried that the other kids were going to laugh because of it.
My first instinct was to get the of names of the laughers and kick their stupid pre-school asses. Luckily, I was able to work through that one on my own, and Sam and I figured out a solution. I suggested that we tuck in his shirt so that it wouldn't look so long, and he thought that was a great idea. So that's what we did.
And then he pulled his shorts up to his armpits. Because no one is going to laugh at him for that.
Pre-school logic escapes me. I guess that's a good thing, right?
2 comments:
doesn't this "they're all gonna laugh at me" stage break your heart? I hate it. Makes me think that pretty soon, kids are going to be laughing at each other and I don't know how I'm going to deal with that.
I'd love to get our babies together. Jake is dying to see Sammy so he can tell him that he's "four too. not like 4 2 but 4 also"
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