Apparently it’s ’70s Stache Day at school?
Disco Day
In a shocking turn of events, it was confirmed that they love the nightlife, they got to boogie.
Because it’s only forever
This week the ladies had class portraits taken at school — not individual portraits, which are taken at the beginning of the year, but a picture of the entire class with the teacher, and which are infinitely cooler than the ones taken when we were kids because a) they’re digital (meaning most of the kids…
Spirit Day
In two years, she hasn’t missed a Spirit Day: Pajama Day, Wild Hair Day, Hippie Day, Wacky Hat Day, Crazy Moustache Day — a sea of sartorially silly days. (She’s at an outlying horizon of extroversion, and when there is a contest and prizes involved, monomaniacally competitive. She is, in both these ways, precisely my…
The nail in my future PTA presidency coffin
Eliot’s in kindergarten now, and while elementary school is worlds more rigidly structured than preschool, hers does allow for a certain amount of scheduled collective whimsy, in the form of the “(Fill-in-the-Blank) Day.” They’ve had Pajama Day, Wacky Hair Day, and today, the long-awaited Crazy Mustache Day. I figured we needed a mustache, and we…