I’ve Got Spirit (Sort Of)!
This week at Jay’s preschool is spirit week. I hate these things. My two year old doesn’t care. Morning routines can be hard enough without having to remember to dress him up in his–ie, our–favorite sports team or crazy hat or whatever. I don’t even know what they are drumming up spirit for. Favorite Sports Team day was yesterday, and I considered, in an act of “I’ll Teach You The True Value of Spirit Week”, painting Jay half red and half blue with a big KU on his chest. I’m sure they would reconsider spirit week the next time after vivid memories of the affects of a two year old in body paint. I decided against it because while I hate these stupid spirit weeks, I do not hate the preschool or the people that work there. It is fabulous, and I would recommend them to anybody. I dressed him up in his KU garb, which I need to replace because he just recently–as in a week ago–out growth-spurted it. It was great picking him up in a sea of KU clothes. Really, I couldn’t spot him in the climbing structure due to all the KU. The best I could do is filter out the non-blondes and keep yelling his name.
Today was Rock Star day, which they stipulated was crazy hair and/or clothes day. I dressed him as I normally would and just didn’t brush his hair. Then I sent him with a list of demands for the day. He must be feed pancakes for breakfast and pancakes for lunch. His pillow for naptime needs to be a little below room temperature. He needs an extra-long nap today. And they must start warming up wipes prior to use. I filtered his groupie requirements out of the list.
There is a very simple way to distinguish your 2 year old in the sea of red and blue, you know. Purple!
I think that is classified as child abuse in this town.