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Last days of school

What do we have to do today? I am looking at the list of special things my kindergartner has to bring, dress as or do the last week of school. Each day it is a different thing. Don't they know the challenging logistics this poses to parents who work? Worse, if we take turns with the morning routine, we both have to be aware of the plan.

And today is...dress as your favourite book character! Crap!

 "How about Batman?" We have a Batman costume we can use, and  I bet I can find a batman book somewhere in this house.

"No"

"What about Spiderman?"  I know there must be something in the house, even if I have to put him in a red t-shirt and blue jeans and a Spiderman mask.

"No. I want to be Jack from Jack and Annie, Magic Tree House"

Jeez! What costume do I have for that?
I run around the house looking for cheap party sunglasses so I can pop out the lenses and use for Jack's glasses, no luck. I have 10 mins before we have to leave.
Ok, no glasses.
I grab a few of the Magic Tree house books looking at the covers to figure out what I can dress him as, Aha! The Revolutionary War book! Paul Revere!  The time is right, Paul Revere isn't in the book, and the costume isn't what's on the cover but it will have to do. Where is that damn tricorn hat!

"Lucas! Can you check for the tricorn hat that goes with the Paul Revere costume?!"

"Liam, here, put this costume on, and this is the book that goes with it."

I help him with the costume, without the hat, and get them to the car. Sigh, mission accomplished.

And what has my older son been doing for his last days of school? Well, he has been bringing back home folders, notebooks and pages of work that he has done throughout the school year. It is nice to see what he has been learning in middle school, but clearly spelling is not one of those things.

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