My Feet Hurt.

Sam was allowed to participate in the science fair, which was tonight.

The up-side: Hooray! Happy Sam!

The down-side: We had to attend the science fair tonight.

See Sam educating the masses?


Sam’s project was one of only four done by kindergartners at his school. We were able to hang out near Sam’s project as long as Jack was distracted by the pencil sharpener hanging on the wall nearby and Quinn was distracted by trying to tackle Jack.

Seriously. Who raised these kids? Wrestlers?

The 3rd through 5th graders (who were required to do projects) had their projects in the cafeteria. We spent about five minutes in there before I realized my kids were going to level the place. Even with that quick realization, by the time we walked out of there, Quinn had absconded with somebody’s tape measure. He said he remembered which table it came from. I hope he was right. Otherwise, some third grader with a science project about velocity scored a free tape measure.

By the way, never go to an elementary school science fair as the only adult with a group consisting of a kindergartner, a 2-year-old, and an autistic 4-year-old. Blerg.

They did have fun though. Although the most fun I had was when we got home and I convinced my kids that they were making the headlights of the car flash by tapping on them. When in reality I was locking the car with my key over and over, causing the headlights to flash each time I clicked the button.

I let this go on for a good five minutes before I fessed up. I am hilarious. Or delirious. I’m not sure it matters.

10 thoughts on “My Feet Hurt.

  1. Um…didn’t you learn your lesson on the last science night? Or math night? I learned MY lesson from your last math night. (I may have the wrong subject… but…

    Glad you survived though. And that Quinn didn’t get “sharpened.”

  2. WM: I’m not sure how much science we soaked up. There was more rampant consumerism, what with the bake sale and book fair going on at the same time. Those sneaky little bastards.

    Nancy: I blush. :)

    Ange: The thing about me is that I rarely learn a lesson. I tend to do the same dumb things over and over. Although we did skip reading night.

  3. Reminds me of my constant attempts to go to Starbucks with the twins. We try at least once a week, and each time it’s a disaster. But my latte addiction convinces me each time that THIS morning, they’ll be good. WRONG!!!

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