Before the lock in last night, I attended Field Day for Lilly's class (4K--all of the kindergarten classes at school). Now, these teachers are smart. No ribbons for performance, just one for participation. (Who wants to suffer through 100 crying, snotting preschoolers?) Field day is held in Alabama in April when it's only 85 degrees out. This is hot when standing in the sun and running to and fro dealing with toddlers, folks. Burning hot.
The Little Flower seemed to enjoy herself. Well, there was that one time where she sank to the grass and moaned, little hand over forehead, "I'm going to die if I don't get a drink." (Future Theater Major.) She also pretended to shake from head to toe when faced with the soccer ball kick, causing one mother to have a momentary flip out thinking that it was a seizure or something. No, no, just my weird kid. Figures.
I'm pretty sure a good time was had by all. All of the kindergarteners for sure.