Last Day of School

Yesterday was the last day of school for my 3-year-old, although I’m still not sure that she has a firm grasp on the concept.  We tried to explain that she won’t have school all summer and that she’ll have a new teacher when she goes back in the fall, but she took that to mean that she would have a new teacher yesterday when she got to school. Of course, the fact that her older siblings were the ones doing the explaining could have had something to do with her misunderstanding.

At any rate, she dutifully decorated two brown paper lunch bags for her teacher gifts and declared them bootiful upon completion. We stuffed them with homemade peanut butter balls that I’m all too happy to get out of my house due to their annoying habit of jumping onto my tongue every time I open the refrigerator door.  Somehow I don’t think the 20-minute Shred workout I did this morning is going to burn off all of the chocolate and peanut butter I’ve consumed in the last 48 hours.

Here is the final product:

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Yeah, I know.  But this was the best I could do at 8:30 on the morning of the last day of school.  Of course I had every intention of sending my daughter with gorgeous handled gift bags stuffed with colorful tissue paper and hand-written notes, but in the end, she walked into school on her last day holding two brown lunch bags decimated decorated with 3-year-old scribbles.  I’m guessing the fact that they were filled with homemade peanut butter balls will more than make up for their rudimentary vessels.

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Hey, it beats the year that I forgot the last day of school entirely.