Yesterday the lovely mrs.randallfriesen.com (Lauralea.ca) reminded me that next week is teacher appreciation week at ole PMS. And no I'm not talking about a school for hormonally challenged angry/sad/could care less, young women. I'm talking about Princess Margaret School, the grade school our children have attended, and yes sometimes the acronym did fit.
Anyway, Lauralea is high up in the PTA at PMS and since it's TAW they try to do nice things for the teachers. So next week the parents are taking over recess supervision duties.
The opportunity to finally be the boss of the school ground quickly overtook me and I offered to do one day of recess. I asked if I would get a badge, which was what I really wanted. She replied no.
"Then how will the kids know to do what I tell them to do?" I begged? And she made up some drivel about the kids seeing my hulking foreboding figure and imagining them doing whatever I asked them to do.
She doesn't understand, I was this tall in grade school and nobody listened to me. I mean maybe it was because I couldn't walk and chew gum at the same time, but they didn't respect my size then and I doubt they will now.
And what does she know of size anyway. She of the 4 foot, 10 inch height who wears size five shoes with four inch heels on them. She's able to look into the kids eyes and smile and laugh with them and they will follow her anywhere. Badge-less.
Maybe I can buy off a tough little group of enforcers with marbles who will do my bidding for me and assist me in my domination of the PMS playground for those 15 minutes.
15 minutes of absolute power. Mmmmmmmwwwwaahhhhhhhhh.
So next Wednesday at 10:15 if you're driving past PMS, honk if you love world domination.