Booty Call

I feel old and not just because Rebecca and I showed up at Rachel's school today for Grandparents' Day. Grandma couldn't make it and since it was also called Special Persons Day, we asked for and received permission to stand in for grandma.

We enjoyed listening to the middle school percussion band, meeting new people and some of Rachel's friends. We also participated in Thanksgiving-related arts and crafts. I was pleased when Rachel filled out two turkey feathers that featured fill in the blanks..."I am thankful for...." I figured she would say "my toys" or "mommy and daddy." Instead, she said "earth" and "everything." Much more worldly and environmental. Cool!

After the class sang three Thanksgiving songs, complete with choreography, things began to wind down. All students were asked to empty their lockers and bring more wintry backup clothes next week.

Rachel asked where her pirate booty was. Pirate booty is a snack food made of rice and corn. Rachel had been eating some on her way to school. I wanted to make sure she brought any that was left home with her, so I urged her, "Take, take, take...take, take, take....take your booty...take your booty." My wife laughed. I think she was the only one old enough to get the reference. I think it was lost on her teacher, who looks to be in about her mid-twenties. Oh well!