Ever since school started I have been trying to get Sam’s kindergarten teacher let me volunteer for her.
She has steadfastly deflected me at every turn.
So here we are in the home stretch, end of April, and the kids have a field trip to the zoo. I figure there is no way I can figure out how to get the morning without my own kids in order to chaperone, so I didn’t even bother trying. And then Ms. S called me and asked if I could come on the field trip as a chaperone.
I guess after begging to volunteer all year I sort of had to chaperone, right? Alex kindly agreed to work from home and shuttle the littler dudes around this morning while I jumped on a school bus for the first time since I was three feet tall.
It turns out that the way field trips work at this particular school is that the teachers sucker four or five parents into chaperoning. Then they assign two to four kids to each chaperone and give them a list of things to do/see/photograph. Then the teachers disappear for two and half hours. It’s quite a scam.
My kids and I decided to call ourselves Team Cheetah. Unfortunately, there were no cheetahs to be seen today at the National Zoo. Here’s Team Cheetah before we found that out (Sam insisted his identity be concealed along with his teammates.):
Then the cute little girl in the pink tracksuit tried to run away from me, only coming back to beg for ice cream. This continued for the rest of the day. Consequently, this is the only photo I have of her where I am not clutching her hand.
On the other hand, she did forget her lunch and didn’t like the sandwich in her donated lunch, so I got to eat it. That was cool.
We didn’t learn quite as many fun things as on our last trip to the zoo, but it was actually a lot of fun. No one threw up, no one got lost, no one had a bathroom accident, and no one got any ice cream.
Almost a perfect trip.