I had the week off work. So in a moment of guilt over being “that parent” (we’re the ones who never attend any of the preschool festivities), I decided it would be a wonderful idea to chaperone the pre-K excursion to the pumpkin patch – their first field trip ever.
“We’re going on a magic school bus!” their teacher enthusiastically declared. “It’s just a regular bus,” she whispered to the parents. I wasn’t sold. All the evils of a school bus combined with 60 4-year-olds? Sure sounded like a job for Mrs. Frizzle to me. Continue reading