I get to go on a field trip !!

..that is, IF I get chosen by the teachers..( note to teachers...yes, I Do require special consideration..after all I AM a...grandmother....)

My granddaughter, Emily, is 8 years old. And her school is having one last field trip for the end of the year.

They say it's for enrichment...I say it's because the teachers have "short-term-itis" as in "the year's almost over and we really don't feel like making a lesson plan for that Friday..."

However, since I'll be in Colorado for her older sister's graduation, I am tickled to be asked..

Yeeeeah..me on a bus with like a bunch of 3rd grade 8 year olds.

heh heh..they'll think I am an ordinary Grandmother..then I'll show them my super-hero-powers! (as soon as I figure out what's appropriate for 8 year olds..maybe I could be like Halle Berry, Storm in the movie, and be.. um..weather..)

"Stop!.. or I'll totally make it .....windy!"

I told Emily I wouldn't embarrass her, but I'm not so confidant I can keep that promise.


I mean, just because they're little, that doesn't mean they get to get away with stuff..not on my watch..

Like when Kathy and I went to the farm (now owned by the city and used as a park and learning/working farm) We had one specific goal in mind:

To milk a cow

All these little kids were in line (we were there first, I might add) so they lined up behind us. Somehow I think they thought we had little kids with us because they started cutting in front of us in the line..

Kathy could tell I was getting agitated and tried to calm me down..

"It's just a couple of little kids..look how cute they are dressed! It's OK, really.."

Then another one tried..I'd had enough..

"Hey! We were here first ShortPants..No cuts!"

I practically had to wrestle him for the Smurf-sized milking stool...but I held my ground.


Even his quivering chin didn't get to me..His mother....hmmm...almost.


It will be fun. I will get to spend some one-on-one (with 35 others) with Emily. Papa (Mr. B) will stay at home with her Daddy and Mommy and prepare for the graduation party. Cooking and cleaning, decorating, and scrambling...

(I totally scored on that one, don't you think??)

heh heh, like I said..

This is no ordinary Grandmother you're dealing with..

-me