On Monday, my son calls from school to say there is still room for one more parent to volunteer for the trip to the museum.
Did I accept?
But my husband did.
Mr. O asked if I wanted to go. I politely declined. He looked at me, grew pensive and said, "Maybe you should go instead. There is going to be a lot of kids."
I'm not that crazy!
So, yesterday was the big day for the school trip. I made breakfast, packed lunches, and watched father and son leave for the day.
And what did my husband tell me afterwards?
There were two bus loads of kids! He had to supervise five students but found it wasn't easy keeping them all together. Ten year olds like to wander off.
Out of the six parents who volunteered. Four of them were dads, and two were moms. Whatever happened to the moms? One of the fathers said, "I think the moms are on to something."
Hmm, you think so?
Is that why one of them brought aspirin?
Mr.O came home with a headache, and said I should go next time. Really? I think I know better.