I have been “volunteered” to help out in the short kid’s classroom this morning. I’ve been avoiding this for a year and a half because 1) I don’t play well with others and 2) I really don’t play well with others’ children.
But last week the short kid took matters into his own hands and, after discussing it with his teacher, informed me I could come in Tuesday morning. I threw out the “We’ll see” and promptly forgot about it.
Until this morning…
Short kid: You’re not wearing that shirt, are you?
Me: What do you care?
Short kid: You’re going to my school, remember?
Me: *mutters bad word*
Short kid: Now remember, Mom, you can’t say that word in school.
Me: Maybe if I do they won’t let me volunteer ever again.
Short kid: *gives me my own look of death* It’s only for the morning.
Me: Fine. *stomps foot*
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:clap:
I bet short kid really enjoyed having mom there. Good for you. See, it wasn’t so bad after all….was it?
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Man, you are SO much like me sometimes.
Number Two: Mom, we’re having a field trip.
Me: Yay.
#2: We need chaperones.
Me: Not me.
#2: Why not?
Me: I don’t like kids.
#2:Mom, here’s a volunteer paper for the party next week
Me: skim paper, see invite to help at party, invite to attend party, invite to send cheese cubes; check off cheese cubes
#2 makes sweet pouty face: You’re not coming?
Me: No.
It was always one of the great things about having a day job.
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I don’t volunteer and I don’t bake, but I will buy a school year’s worth of festive paper plates/napkins/cups and gallons of juice. :rofl:
It wasn’t bad. It was nice to see the short kid in his element, and I got to see firsthand how the teacher slips him and another student advanced work without making a big deal about it. Very cool.
And that was pretty much my quota. :groucho: