Parade and party

Yesterday David was in the big costume parade at school. He even had TWO grandmas there to watch him proudly march down the aisle.

The UPS man is David's best friend.

Sadly, Mary's class wasn't in the parade. Most of the kids in her class wouldn't have been able to handle it. (Sometimes I forget how mature Mary is for her age.) But she did get to wear her costume to school and say, "Yee-haw!"

Later that day was the big class party.

In a moment of total madness, I signed up to do this party with another mom. Class parties are a big deal at this school. Partly because this is Texas, where everything is over the top. And partly because in public school the restrictions make parties so lame--or even nonexistent--that all the moms unleash their party planning powers on the private preschools. Why did I decide to sign up for the FIRST party of the year? The pressure! I had no clue what I was doing. The last class party I'd been to was my own class party in third grade.

Fortunately, the mom I worked with lives and breathes Oriental Trading Company. And, fortunately, I can be organized, I like lamination, and I live with my mom who makes really good frosting. It all worked out quite nicely.

I even discovered that I can successfully boss around a herd of 4-year-olds in much the same way that I use to boss around 12-year-olds. (David's teacher is a former middle school teacher. I'm sure that was an easy transition for her.)

What a relief that the party was a success! Now I have nothing to worry about...until Mary's class Christmas party. (Somebody keep me away from the sign-up sheets!)

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Pssst. Does anybody want to see David's girlfriend?