Saturday, April 11, 2009
I hope he gets hazard pay*
I was not one of the trampling parents because I had found the coffee and danish table inside and forgot completely about escorting my kids to the starting line.
Yes sirree, it was the danishes. It wasn't that I realized I knew some of the other adults. Adults who are now, astonishingly, married with kids. Adults with whom I may or may not have broken up in an embarrassing fashion while in my 20s. Ahem.
It's enough to make one run away screaming.
Me, I mean. Not them.
Well, maybe them, too.
And while we're filing things under "run away screaming," I can't imagine why kids wouldn't want to have their pictures taken with the Easter Bunny:
*the Easter Bunny, not the ex-boyfriends. Although some of them may have deserved it.