Walked Sasha over to her school’s Family Literacy Night earlier this week and we didn’t even read one story at the “Reading Activity Station” but we sure had fun playing with the stuffed animals and telling stories using crazy voices.
One mom sort of glared at us goofing around and I was this close to pulling out my “I’m a Professional Librarian, ma’am!” card!
Other highlights:
* Ended up sitting by our local MLA at one station making small talk while I kept thinking “I wonder if he remembers me protesting library cuts at his constituency office?”
* I got like 6/10 out of the “Identify The Grain” station and I’m pretty embarrassed to admit I’m (technically) from a farm background. 🙁 (To be fair, Sasha did even worse than me guessing things like “Corn Flakes?” and “Glitter Beads?” for some of the jars of grains!)
* Different parenting styles – at the “Recycle/Compost/Trash” display, I let Sasha pick her answers completely unaided and she gets a couple wrong – egg shells *can* be composted (mom and dad throw them out – sorry!) and (most) toys *cannot* be recycled (I think Sasha was thinking of giving them away more than “recycling”). One other parent basically gave their much older kid through every answer without asking the kid their thoughts/opinions and I kept thinking “Hey, you’re the kid who’ll show up at my library with your mom in ten years with mom “helping” you do your English 101 homework.”)
* Like her dad, Sasha’s a bit of a non-conformist. At the “Make a Healthy Picnic Lunch for $25” station, Sasha decides we need a blanket (not on the menu) and was certain it cost $5. That makes the rest of our picnic lunch go over budget but the woman overseeing the station buys my “I find $1.50 in coins in my vehicle’s console” so we can still get our passport stamped. Whew!
* One soft-spoken young staffer is trying to draw attention near the end of the event to the door prize draw but no one is listening so I decide to yell out “QUIET!” which does get the desired effect (though I tend to overthink things and spend the walk home feeling guilty I didn’t yell “QUIET…PLEASE!” 😉
* They gave every kid who attended a backpack on the way out which is a great idea until you realise the thought of fifty kids having the same backpack at school, even if you write their name in it somewhere, is a total nightmare!!!
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