Don’t mess with the Mama or the son who inherited the Mama’s sense of humor. Crap, they did give me the right baby at the hospital.
I may be on the no chaperone list after this field trip.
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.
Chaperoning boys school field trip and the unthinkable…
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.
Barber missing fingers wielding scissors…
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Friday Photo – “On our beds…just like you said…the whole time…aren’t we sweet?”
After Avery and Mitchell were sent to their beds as punishment for the very first time I heard rustling. After hearing what I could tell was the furniture moving I knocked and told them I was coming in. I snapped this gem. They moved everything around. Two three year olds pushed the furniture about and then sat on their beds smiling…like they didn’t.
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