The President of USC's wife that is - apparently some confusion was a-brewing throughout A's 4-year old pre-school class when they were told they were going on a field trip to the President's house. Many of the kiddies thought they were going to see either George W. or Obama - I was proud that most of them actually knew who the president and president-elect were!
Anyway, several other moms and one dad (yeah L's Daddy!) chaperoned the class trip across campus to the President's house for a "holiday" party with the university president's wife. We hauled the kids up the hill through campus to the historic Horseshoe where the kids had a chance to run and play before the party actually started.
It was great fun, the house was decorated to the nines for the holiday season - with fresh magnolia and evergreen boughs draped over anything standing still, a beautiful Christmas tree, and several different religions decorations (nods to the different holidays.) Mrs. Pastides read several stories to the kids who enjoyed milk (or juice) and cookies and song singing.
It was great fun, the house was decorated to the nines for the holiday season - with fresh magnolia and evergreen boughs draped over anything standing still, a beautiful Christmas tree, and several different religions decorations (nods to the different holidays.) Mrs. Pastides read several stories to the kids who enjoyed milk (or juice) and cookies and song singing.
The one downfall for my dear daughter A was the delight of many of the other children. Cocky made a guest appearance, to "read" a story to the kids (actually pantomime out while a 'friend' read the story), visit, and hand out books for the kids to take home. A is desperately afraid of all large costumed creatures, and even though she had been sufficiently prepared, and had told mommy and daddy at breakfast that she was going to be a 'brave girl' and even give Cocky a hug - she completely dissolved at the site of him.
Yes, that would be my child trembling in fear, screaming at the top of her lungs, and begging and pleading with me to take her home. That would be the same child that dove under the table and floor-length tablecloth in fear when Cocky came within ten feet of her.
That would also be the same child who blew kisses at Cocky, waved at him, and giggled at his flirting with her (from afar) as Mrs. Pastides was reading stories.
Sigh.
When it was all over and we were heading back to her pre-school, I asked her if it was really that bad. She said "no, Cocky is pretty silly, actually - and he's really just a man in a big chicken costume."
That would also be the same child who blew kisses at Cocky, waved at him, and giggled at his flirting with her (from afar) as Mrs. Pastides was reading stories.
Sigh.
When it was all over and we were heading back to her pre-school, I asked her if it was really that bad. She said "no, Cocky is pretty silly, actually - and he's really just a man in a big chicken costume."
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