Graduation
Yes, it’s an odd time of year for a graduation ceremony. None the less, we had ourselves a celebration yesterday afternoon. When you make up your own school you can follow any calendar you want. Our school year ran from March 2008-September 2009. We’re weirdos.
The kids all put on a show for us, Erik being the ringmaster, of course. Then they each walked across the stage. I really wish I could show you the series of pictures. You see the woman behind Erik? She was asking them their name and what they wanted to be when they grow up. She was also trying to get them to face the audience. The sequence of photos is hilarious because she’s a total ham. The kids were very confused.
We discovered that Erik wants to be a fisherman. Other answers included a girl who wanted to be big and a boy who wanted to drink milk. I can’t remember the others.
It was also pretty amusing to watch the dads be in charge of supervision. Three of the boys (Erik included) were basically doing cage fights moves and wrestling each other to the ground. The moms wouldn’t have tolerated it. In face, one of the moms went over and said something, then noticed that the dads were all standing around in a circle watching. I don’t know if it was good or bad. All I know is, the three boys were having f-u-n. And Erik was covered in mud and frosting by the end of the night.
The poor boy also wet his pants and bad mamma didn’t have any spare clothes. Mike took off his underwear, so his new pants kept falling down. When we got home and threw him in the tub, I got quite a start. His whole penis was black. I was about to call 911 when I realized it was just the dye from the new pants.
Usually I make Erik wash that area (though I shouldn’t say make. All those pro-circ people who claim boys don’t like to wash that area are nuts. They love to play with it), but last night I had to do it myself. He was not impressed.
What else? Our internet was out Friday evening, so I didn’t get a chance to post and tell you about Erik’s second day of school. Not that I have anything to tell you. You already know as much as I do. Every time I ask him about it he tells me he can’t tell me because it’s a secret. Little shit. I’m fairly certain he’s having fun. I know he is learning how to sit still. When I pick him up they have all the kids sitting quietly at their tables. I wonder if they use super glue or shock therapy.
In other news, I think Erik is going to be a fisherman for Halloween. We’ve been discussing it extensively and thus far he has suggested he wants to be a roof, house, lamp, fan and blanket. I think he is missing the concept of Halloween.
When we were discussing it today he got very irritated with me in a manner more befitting a 13 year old girl than a 3 year old boy. If he would have known the word “Duh!” he would have used it. I guess he already told me what he wanted to be, and that’s a fisherman. That, I can work with. I am sure I could have made a really easy lamp costume or even figured out the rest, but they have a Halloween parade one day at school so the costume has to be something he can comfortably wear to sit, stand, run, walk and play in for a few hours.
I’m sure he’ll change his mind again and again, but too bad. He’s going to be a fisherman if I have to wrestle the costume on him myself. Maybe if I talk it up he’ll stick with it. I would wait till closer to Halloween, but that doesn’t work out in this area. When the costumes are gone they are long gone. They are in stock now and they don’t last till mid-October.