Failed at life.
And seriously, where the hell was my camera today? Or any of my bosses 90 cameras?
When I picked S. up from preschool today his hair was blue.
Appariently, his new best friend W. painted both W.'s and S.'s hair blue today.
It was one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time, and such a personification of what childhood and preschool should be.
I wanted to sit at the easel station with W. and S. and paint my hair blue too.
Or at least have a camera so some day those pictures come back to embarrass him when he brings home his first serious girlfriend.
The place NOT to think about this is in the middle of your class at 9pm, because you tend to be tired and sentimental. And thinking about my children and how very limited my time with them may be and how they may not ever remember me (I asked C. about her old nanny the other day and she had NO clue who I was talking about) sends me into slightly emotional fits.
When I picked S. up from preschool today his hair was blue.
Appariently, his new best friend W. painted both W.'s and S.'s hair blue today.
It was one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time, and such a personification of what childhood and preschool should be.
I wanted to sit at the easel station with W. and S. and paint my hair blue too.
Or at least have a camera so some day those pictures come back to embarrass him when he brings home his first serious girlfriend.
The place NOT to think about this is in the middle of your class at 9pm, because you tend to be tired and sentimental. And thinking about my children and how very limited my time with them may be and how they may not ever remember me (I asked C. about her old nanny the other day and she had NO clue who I was talking about) sends me into slightly emotional fits.