On Friday, I am chaperoning our 9 yr old son's field trip to the River of Time. If you live under a rock - or somewhere other than where I live I suppose - River of Time is a historical encampment where they live like people from other time periods, mostly war times. They reenact battles, set up a blacksmithery (I am sure that is not a real word), a mercantile with things to buy that are not authentic necessarily, but similar to things that are authentic....those sorts of things.
Today Boy came home from school and was all hopped up on smuggled bus ride sugar and youthful exuberance...and asked me if I was going to chaperone for sure. When I said yes, he whooped it up...hollering and jumping around. There may have been a living room cartwheels thrown in. He was joyous.
It was such a nice moment. I was so happy he was enthusiastic about me coming to his class and doing this with him. He is a huge Daddy's Boy, so most of the time I am a combination of chopped liver and The Woman Who Washes Tje Baseball Uniforms. It was heartwarming that he was so happy I would be there...
And then he says the following....
"Then you can buy me a cool rubberband gun because they won't let kids buy any weapons."
I am put swiftly in my place. Chopped liver, Woman Who Washes The Baseball Uniforms...and Purveyor of Weapons.
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