Yearbook Yourself

Or, your children. Here is a great activity for laughs. Laughs come in handy as the antidote to a yuck day. Say, a day when your son is sent home from school for not one hideous offense, but two. The best part was when the Headmistress diffused my Mommy-bomb the minute I walked up. This was not expected.

"Hi I'm here to pick up my naughty boy."

"Isn't your boy the one with the macrame backpack?"

"Yes, but more importantly, that boy got in a heap of trouble here today."

"Well, don't punish him. Put him in pjs and darken his blinds and say, 'You are clearly tired.'" I was stunned. She does have some great ideas.

"Now tell me, did you make those backpacks? Because if anyone could make them, you could."

"Well, no. They're from Kenya. Made by women there."

"You should import them and sell them to all the moms!" Nice!

Now on the the yearbooking. I think you can tell (when you stop laughing so hard your tummy hurts) which child is which. The last one definitely looks like something out of the pages of my real yearbook.







by the way, this yearbooking stuff was shamelessly stolen from a blog my sister jenn links to by Antonia.