Thursday, January 25, 2007

Kindergarden Lunch Date

I just got back to my home studio after having a lunch date with my daughter and 150 of her “closest friends.”

First of all, since my wife wasn’t home from shopping with our vehicle, I resorted to riding my motorcycle since I decided my daughter’s school was close enough for a short winter ride. Then, I decided it was too close to wear gloves or hat, and I would look cooler if I didn’t. Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea.

It was too weird walking through the lunch line. Kids were hanging off of my arms, my shirt, holding my hands-it was like I had on velcro. They wouldn’t shake loose.

We had stimulating lunch conversation. One girl asked my daughter, “Does your dad cry, he’s so big?” I jumped in and let her know that in fact I do cry. She then said, “Okay, cry right now.” I then broke into the third scene from Hamlet where...okay, not really, I just did a good fake cry and make them laugh short of milk squirting out of their noses.

Before I left I called home to see if my Mrs. would run over some gloves and my helmet, my nice WARM helmet. No answer...argh! I decided to go for it and made the ride home in a freezing drizzle only to find her home getting out of a hot bath. I took my jacket off to find six kids still velcroed to me. I wonder if I can pull them off with tweezers?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This makes me laugh! I can see you doing this. Find a parenting magazine to publish it!

Anonymous said...

I agree with jena. Great story, thanks for sharing!

KK
(FYI:I don't have a Google acct. so I went with Anon)