Today I joined two bus loads of special education students on a very special field trip. It was barely organized chaos. The teachers, aides, other parents (and the students themselves), well, we all did the best we could…in the commandeering of nine lanes of a bowling alley. I’m guessing every last one of us left the building simultaneously overstimulated and exhausted. It’s been seven hours since we returned home and I haven’t quite recovered yet. Still, I plan to take the little man back some time soon.
Note: I snapped off that first photo in the classroom, before we departed, but after I stumbled (literally) across this swarthy little Playmobil man. Probably from the nearby pirate set. Check out that chest hair and killer ’stache. Chuck wonders: does this guy sell crystal meth behind the Playmobil Gay Bar? Heh.
