At dismissal time, Alex was nowhere to be found but the girl-formerly-known-as-Mini-Bully asked Jeff if she should get Alex. Kids these days. So helpful. Alex was, as you all probably could have guessed, in the sandpit. She eventually emerged. Dirty and barefoot. Hippie. Again. Her shoes, bag and sunglasses were missing. Luckily, eventually they all turned up along with yesterday's missing ice pack. I didn't include that info in my last update because we didn't realize it until this morning. No harm no foul.
In the morning they had Sports. Star Wars, Baseball and English Dodgeball (no, I do not know what the rules of English Dodge ball are....but I imagine it to be a more refined and polite dodgeball, "Cheers, mate! Might I toss this ball at your face? Pip-pip! Cheerio!"). Lauren said that she tried each one but wasn't so into it and didn't play long. Oh well, at least she tried.
They also had Sandcastles as a scheduled activity. The crowd favorite. In Woodshop she painted something (a doorknob hanger?) and brought it home. Instead of Ross Field Games they chose...drum roll please.... Sandpit! Lauren said they always choose Sandpit.
So today was a double dose of Sandpit (plus extra barefoot time in the pit while waiting to be picked up). Coupled with with painting in Woodshop, she more than made up for yesterday's relative cleanliness.
I'm as cute as I am dirty. I must be pretty damn cute.
For dinner Alex asked for chicken in a corn tortilla with salad dressing (red wine vinaigrette). She called it a farrito (fajita + burrito). Kid's a genius. Seriously.
Save the obscene comments. It's just chicken. Chicken farritos.
In the car, she was singing "Shake your boobies" again. Seriously G, I'm on to you.
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