Last Friday, S went on a field trip with her preschool class. We walked from the school to the fire station, where we learned about fire safety.
The teachers had an ingenious way of keeping the kids together. They tied mason lid rings on twine to create a line. Each child hung on to a ring and 5-6 kids per "line".
It was a lot of fun to see all of the little kids interact with the firefighters and play on the equipment.
I did feel like a senile old woman though. That same day, I volunteered with the older kids' spectrum program where we helped them play team building type games. I asked my friend C to babysit the littles while I volunteered. In exchange, she asked if I'd watch her kids in the afternoon. After I agreed, I remembered that I was going to help with the field trip. A couple hours after that, I remembered that Fridays are early out day at the big kids' school, and I was supposed to drive them home about 30 minutes into the field trip. Oops! Lucky for me, K's best friend's mom was willing to give my kids a ride home.
Seriously. I would leave my head somewhere if it wasn't screwed on.