No, really - the boys' preschool had an actual Field Day. None of us knew what to expect, but what the hey, right?
We signed up to help at one of the stations and were assigned to the sack races. I can't remember the last time I stepped into a pillowcase and hopped around like a fool, but I managed to make it all the way to the orange cone (where I then flailed dramatically and swanned to the ground). See Ryan in the background, pretending not to know me?
Our children both promptly decided that they were in bad moods, that they didn't want to play any of the games or participate in activities and HOWDAREYOUWOMAN suggest that they eat a slice of watermelon?
So we ignored them and cheered on the other sack racers. Jack in the background here, pouting heavily.
The children became a little more civilized after eating lunch (hot dogs, pasta salads, rice balls with nori - you know, the usual). In a rare showing of bravado and joining-in, Ryan decide to leap into the pile of kids brazenly ignoring the "4 Kids at a Time" sign on the bouncy castle (with a group of dads standing five feet away, brazenly ignoring the pile of kids).
Miss Ruth, Jack's teacher, wisely realized the impending emergency room visit and put the hammer down.
The bubble station was also popular with our kids, and they stayed there the rest of the morning.
Jack's partner-in-crime-and-adorableness is Fritz. They discovered that bubble solution is just soap, and when you pretend to wash your hands, you can get a good lather going.
It took me a minute to realize they were also singing the ABC song while they lathered, so I didn't get the first part of the song, and then my memory card was full, but here's a crazy cute 13 seconds.