This morning our Peter found a sliver of light to play with his new Star Wars action figures he picked out at Tatouine (spelling for made up Star Wars word?) Traders at the end of Star Tours. A little #Disney Magic!
My mom always said she had kids to get the dishes washed. If we complained she would say, “You shouldn’t be complaining about the dishes. I had you to do the dishes. You should be thanking the dishes. It is because of dishes you exist.” She wasn’t funny when I was a kid but every year I think she is funnier and smarter than the year before.
Renaissance festivals are bawdy by nature and the costumes are made for every size and shape. It is a very “one size fits all” costume assortment. This woman was dressed like a peasant in a long brown dress with a large elastic boat neck and elastic waist. This woman was on the larger end, (I have to say it now so you understand later) she was the largest end of the peasant dress. While this boy and I were bee lining it to the porta-potties we were also walking directly towards the bottom of the wagon stoop steps as the peasant lady decides to venture off the wagon and takes one step down and the back of her dress catches.
I may be on the “No Chaperone” list after this field trip.
This is a story about how happy I was to not be the person, for once, that the horribly embarrassing moment happened to and whether or not I was the person who stepped up to help the poor thing. Nothing ends well with a mother chaperoning her sons school field trip to a renaissance festival.