But before I go on, I must be vain and prideful and explain why my youngest child looks like a ragamuffin. When I dropped him off in his class he screamed! and I mean he screamed like he was ticked off. He does this when he doesn't get his way, so I half expected to get paged during the service knowing he was going to puke. (remember, Parker likes to puke when he doesn't get his way). Never got called out (they give you a number and they will flash it up if you need to collect your child), so I figure he was fine. OH NO! When I went and picked him up, he was in different clothes, and clothes that were 3x too big! Apparently he cried and puked. fun times. I wasn't mad they didn't call me out and I"m thankful they didn't b/c then that just tells Parker that he can puke and I will come and get him. WHAT A STINKER!
Back to the carnival (that's what Anderson calls it), I didn't think about feeding them dinner, I was just focused on getting them out the door. There was fresh popping popcorn, and they were
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