Friday, May 02, 2008

Field Trip Veteran

Y'all have to be patient with me this morning. Even with a triple venti mocha, I'm a little groggy from all the happenings from yesterday.

I went on a field trip with my daughter. It was one more to add to my field trip resume. Fortunately, no one was injured and no one cried. Plus, none of us had to duck for cover.

The group of kids on this particular field trip all have a major case of the smarts. Seriously, these kids are bright. (I don't mean to brag, but I am her mom and ahem... Okay, I do mean to brag. Just a little.)

The reason I'm telling you this is because going to a museum with a group of bright kids is like riding a roller coaster with Evil Kanevil. They are so excited about things that would make other kids just yawn.


They stop to read the plaques along the wall and they turn to the teacher to add their two cents, and then they turn to each other to talk about things like World War II and Einstein. The chaperones turn their backs for just a second, and before you know it, the kids have all disappeared to hold a United Nations meeting in the gift shop, and every war on earth has ended, world hunger is solved, and global warming, well, it just never happened.

The Polar Bears love them.

And again, I don't mean to brag, but I used to be one of these kids. (Notice I used the past tense.) I always loved learning. I would rather do a science experiment or write stories than play dodge ball. Mostly because I got pounded by the ball, but anyway...


Going on this field trip was fun for me. Plus, I was able to spend the entire day with my daughter. She wanted me to go along- something that may not last much longer.

One of these days I'll get the look that says, "Aww, Mom... do you have to go? That is so embarrassing. And would you please stop putting notes in my lunch. That is like soooo 3rd grade."

Sniff. Sniff.

When I called the school the other day to say that I would like to go on the trip, they mentioned that they needed another driver and asked if I wouldn't mind taking one additional child in my car. I agreed and since my daughter's friend was going, it was a perfect scenario of giggles and private field trip jokes in the back seat.

I swapped cars with Hubs for the day because my car needs some minor work. Besides the fact that the trip was a good distance away, I was responsible for someone else's child. Vehicle safety and reliability is of the utmost importance, and if you have read my blog for a while, you know that I am the Safety Paranoid Queen.

I've also been called the Hot Dog Nazi for asking moms to cut their toddler's hot dogs lengthwise instead of in little sections which just make me twitch because, hello, they are just little meat corks that can plug their tiny airway, but that's another story.

While waiting at a traffic light, I decided to look in Hubs' coin holder to see if he had any cash. I had a little with me, plus my debit card, but I decided to see if he had any in his car, in case of an emergency. Like if two giggly girls needed a Capri Sun or something.

When I looked in the coin holder, I found this.








That's a toy soldier. A wounded one. One that is saying, "Go ahead without me, buddy. Just leave me here and take cover. Look in my pocket; there's a letter to Mama..."

You may not be able to tell from the photo, but this toy soldier looks like he has been run over by something.

This guy has been in my husband's car for a while now, a present from our daughter. She thinks he is cool (the soldier and Hubs.) I'd forgotten all about him until I peeked in the coin holder yesterday.


I am sure that he is supposed to be a certain kind of soldier from a specific war or era, but since I haven't been one of the smart kids in a very, very long time, I honestly have no clue. To me, he is just Flat Army Guy In Pain.


The kids on the field trip could have properly identifed him, right down to his UN badge.

4 comments:

Susanne said...

A field trip with kids who love museums are right up my alley.

Your hubby was sweet to keep that poor old soldier because his precious girl gave it to him. That is touching.

Beautiful Craziness said...

Sounds like a fun trip. I was and still am one of those kids. I love museums and stop and read every little thing.

Barb said...

Sigh. I miss field trips. I wonder if my granchildren will want their Nana to go on field trips with them. Hmmmm.

I was going to say exactly what Susanne said about the smushed soldier. Very touching that he keeps it right there in his cup holder.

Roxanne said...

"The polar bears love them."

Hill. Air. Ee. Us.