"If it was the heat or the noise,
(S)he didn't have too much to say."
(Anybody know what song that is from??)
Today because of a teacher's meeting in the afternoon, pre-school let out before lunch. One of the Mom's at our bus stop said that she had just made some homemade bread and that she needed help eating it.
Enough said. Three hungry pre-schoolers and three hungry mamas later the bread was gone.
The kids went off to play in another room and the mama's were left to enjoy the silence (and a couple bites of delicious cheese cake. There was only one slice so we divided it three ways.)
After a while, even the kids fell silent. That's when we knew something was up. The quiet before the storm, if you will.
The playroom door was shut. One of the other Moms opened the door and we saw all three kids laying on the floor looking up at the ceiling.
"What's wrong?" I asked Bailey.
"Mama, it is too hot to even think about playing," he replied, fanning himself with a picture book.
And, that folks, just about says it all.