That’s what we like to do, celebrate the constitution. Or at least, the kids’ school does!
All week long they dressed in red, white, and blue to show pride in the constitution. And by “they” I mean other people at the school because my daughters don’t own red, white, and blue clothes so they wore pink and teal and grays all week. Like every other week.
But we did get festive with face paint, patriotic stickers, and red spray-painted hair!
I had to bring a red, white, or blue (or all three) food item for Brooklyn’s Constition Class Party. They always have way more sugary treats than can even be consumed by the kids (do not take this as me complaining. There is little in life I like more than I like sugar!) so I brought fruit. The healthy sugary treat. I honest to goodness didn’t think the kids would even eat much but they did! Even the kids with fifteen cookies on their plates (wow did those kids gorge themselves!) had a pile of fruit! In fact, I think Brooklyn was probably the only kid in the class that didn’t eat a bunch of fruit.
I laid that fruit all fancy like, feeling quite proud of my two minute work in creating a bit of a flag. And then as we went into the school it fell off the stroller and became a big fat mess. I was just glad it didn’t fall out of the container! I almost took a picture of all the fruit all mixed together in a heap but we were running late thanks to a certain little four year old and his inability to cooperate with mom and her need to get places on time.
In the picture above can you tell that Ember was about to cry?? We walked in the door of the classroom and Ember shouts out to all the kids, “HI!!!” And proceeds to run over to the group of them (gathered in a half circle while the teacher finished reading a story) and say hi to every one. Stopping to give a big bear hug to Brooklyn. When it was time for the kids to return to their seats, parents and siblings were to go with them. Which meant pulling Ember away from all the kids she was now visiting with. And which broke her poor little heart.
Then we went outside to see her ribbon that was tied in the tree. And this one very intense kid wouldn’t leave me alone. He did the same thing last year each time I went to Brooklyn’s class… wanted to take pictures with my camera and refused to take no for an answer. I’m pretty sure there’s no way on earth I’m letting someone else’s little kid use my ginormous (expensive) camera. haha