Yesterday I had the great
privilege duty of traveling with my son's 3rd grade class on their field trip.
Because what could be better than a bumpy bus ride with 35 noisy, sweaty 3rd graders?!
I know. You're jealous.
Here's a riveting recap.
We entered the journey of Lewis and Clark as they buried Sergeant Floyd high on the bluffs above the Missouri River:
... they talked to us and stared at us. No, not creepy at all.
Here is the version of them that I prefer:
We colored and worked on puzzles...
...he's cute isn't he?! Yeah. I know. He's mine.
We explored a bit on our own...
Yup, still mine.
And we dined on the finest cuisine that I could fit into my pretty Barbie lunch bag
Speaking of my Barbie lunch bag... that was my highlight of the day.
Miss Maicy thought it necessary to pack my lunch for me since I was borrowing her lunch bag.
Wanna know what she put in there for me?
Well, the traditional lunch, yes.
But this was better than any kettle cooked potato chips:
(that 'd' is supposed to say 'day'. Knowing her she most likely got distracted... oh! a bird!... umm she gets that from me!)
She melts my heart.
I think I'll keep her.