Little Mice in a Field

Yesterday I took the morning off and chaperoned Conor's first field trip. 20 kids on a school bus was probably the best part--I sat in the back and every time we went over a bump I went flying in the air and almost threw up (another sign i'm getting old: in my opinion, the back of the bus is no longer the cool place to sit.) All the little 2-4 year olds snug in their seat beats, however, thought it was about the funniest thing ever. The squeals and yelps of glee were so funny to hear; every kid on that bus had a smile plastered on his/her face.

We spent the morning at the Emily Oaks nature preserve where C's class learned about life as a field mouse. Never one for subtleties, Conor declared he was not a mouse, but rather a scary rat (good to see his days living in Wicker Park have stayed with him...)