My daughter's "Me Day" is fast approaching and she has been planning and scheming about it for at least six months. We are almost ready for it and as much as I can remember nothing from my son's "Me Day" in this exact class two years ago I am starting to have some real anxiety over this presentation that we have been putting together for Friday.
It involves a poster, which is almost done. It involves candy coming out of Dora's paper mache butt, which is all ready. It involves certain humiliation as my daughter tells her class something about how I sleep every chance I get and fart like a bus horn honking when I wake up in the morning.
Well, hopefully not.
We shall see.