My kiddo Bexon had his Kindergarten Thanksgiving celebration this week and the kidlets all helped prepare and eat fruit kabobs, sliced fruit, and fruit shaped like a turkey…annnnd they drank fruit juice.
Oh, and they ate mini corn muffins, so it was just like the first Thanksgiving of our Forefathers, except with no turkey and a side of type 2 diabetes.
The boy sitting next to Bex had a green bowler hat that was apparently from St. Patrick’s Day, so I’m glad we’re keeping our drinking holidays clear around here.
The vaguely racist Indian head dress in the middle of the table as a centerpiece was in fact NOT racist at all, because I brought it and we are part Cherokee. The other Kindergarten rooms brought way more table centerpieces and turkey themed decorations than we did, which were not on our parent sign up list of things to bring for our room.*Gasp*
Thank you for this bounty, Amen.
This gave me some considerable anxiety until my husband assured me that our kids would not need years of therapy over the lack of table decorations which they only sat in front of for 20 minutes while they gorged on fructose.
A twenty minute period in which most of the parents hovered over their kids like the helicopters we long to become, Transformers style. More corn muffins, darling?
The other tables may have spent upwards of $175.00 per class on those lame paper decorations and they also killed innocent trees to do it, not very thrifty in this economy and not very eco friendly, ha! We win at sucking.
Not that it’s a competition, it’s about giving thanks and gratitude, people, geez. And I’m thankful for a healthy child who eats fruit. Even if it was a minor parent failure on my part which may scar him forever and ever.
Meh, at least I didn’t have to cook.
The end.
xo- h
You know what Bex will remember?? MOMMY WAS THERE. Period. Both of my kids are approaching 30 (oh geesh I’m old) and they couldn’t tell you what I made and brought to their little school parties, or what they ate, but they remember I was there for them at every single school function.
PS….We’re also part Cherokee but now live in an area with a big Sioux tribe population, and I once had a tribe member tell me Cherokee is not a “real native” tribe. So apparently we don’t count and you may not be off the big ol’ racist hook!
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You’re so right, Mommy was there, that’s what counts. And she’s wearing clothes, ha! Oh my gosh, I INSIST we are a real native tribe, dang it.