I think I must have left my brain in my other pants - I actually volunteered to help out for a three hour end of school celebration in 100 degree weather. Me, the polar bear. Seriously, I think I hocked up more than a lung last week - a chunk of my mind is obviously missing, because this ole stick of buttah is ready to go on the popcorn now, and I was just doing the face painting.
The other moms doing face painting were funny - they had this piece of paper with simple little doodle-like stuff the kids could choose from, and then I sat down and rocked the boat. I painted skull and crossbones going up in flames; I painted swords with serpents entwined about them; I painted the Loch Ness monster on one kid, a dolphin on another; butterflies and rosebuds; AC DC's logo, complete with lightning bolt, and I sang an appropriate ditty for each as I did them (okay I had to mumble parts of the AC DC song - "Highway to Hell" or "Hell's Bells" wasn't going to cut it with the 3rd grade crowd - even I know that).
Its not like any of it was hard, but what an ego boost to hear these kids: "She can paint anything!" "I'm waiting for her, she's the best." And I admit it, I sucked up every bit of it. At lunch, one of the Bohemian's classmates declared, "Mrs. Toy, you are the greatest!" I don't know how I got those kudos, but I'm not going to argue. and you know what? Those kids are the greatest too!