This past week was Muffins with Mom at Patrick's preschool. In the past, this has actually meant "Bagels with Mom" or "Cantaloupe and Grapes with Mom", but this year they really pulled through and provided muffins--good ones, too! So after gorging myself on a blueberry muffin the size of a softball, Patrick presented me with an exclusive one-of-a-kind haute couture jewel box made from an Altoids tin, which I will love and cherish forever, or at least until he swipes it and loses it in his closet.
After muffins, it was performance time, which has not gone well in the past, as you may remember. The kids sat on their names and did their morning circle routine for us, which includes singing songs about the days of the week, the months and the weather. Patrick decided about two seconds into it that he was not going to perform and sat sulking until he saw that neither me, Mrs. Cindy or any of the other mommies really gave a flying flip whether he sang or not, at which point he cheerfully joined in. Then we all did the Pledge of Allegiance to the good old US of A and called it a day. Good times.
After muffins, it was performance time, which has not gone well in the past, as you may remember. The kids sat on their names and did their morning circle routine for us, which includes singing songs about the days of the week, the months and the weather. Patrick decided about two seconds into it that he was not going to perform and sat sulking until he saw that neither me, Mrs. Cindy or any of the other mommies really gave a flying flip whether he sang or not, at which point he cheerfully joined in. Then we all did the Pledge of Allegiance to the good old US of A and called it a day. Good times.
