Who's Ready for a Burger?

Last night was the school year-end barbecue - lots of fun. You know, I totally admire those parents who take the time to plan these events for the community. I wish I could help, but this event is a no-brainer for me. There's no way I could help plan it. I had to ask myself more than once if I could spare the two hours to attend it!

Still, I'm so glad I did. It was relaxing to visit with friends and watch the kids play in the schoolyard. Just the tonic I needed to get through the next six (count 'em!) days.

Watching the boys at their various stages of social development was fascinating. In between visiting (gossiping?) with the other moms and dads, I would glance up and visually find the boys in the playground.

#1 was sitting with a posse of his 12-year-old guy friends, eating and laughing, appearing to ignore, but most probably completely aware of, the posse of 12-year-old girls at the next table.

#2 sat and ate with us, then ran to play basketball with his 9-year-old friends.

#3 didn't sit down once. I know some parents out there will think I'm doing this all wrong, but I didn't insist he sit down with us. He was so pumped! He played with his friends on the playstructures and checked in with us for a few bites of hot dog and salad every ten minutes or so. Oh - I forgot - I did insist he stay with us once he got his ice cream cone. No way was I going to hold an ice cream cone while it dripped down my wrist. And, sorry folks, but I am not a big fan of Tiger Tiger.

Anyway, a grand time was had by all.