The school year is starting to wind down, and like most classrooms, Alaina’s pre-school has now abandoned their usual intellectual pursuits in favor of silliness and fun. Among the featured festivities was “spirit week”, where children are encouraged to dress according to a daily theme. She only goes three days a week, so my responsibilities were limited to the “miss-match”, “crazy hair”, and “favorite sports team” days. Piece of cake,
Miss-Match Day was by far the easiest. When she gets up in the morning, the first thing Alaina does is change out of her PJs and into her idea of an outfit for the day. After breakfast and some play time comes a complex negotiation to determine what her actual outfit is going to be. She was excited that on this day she was able to keep her own ensemble.
Crazy Hair Day was next. One of the bylaws of dad blogging is that every effort must be made to constantly debunk the notion of dad as “babysitter” and show the world that dads can be sensitive, competent caregivers. Unfortunately, I am stereo-typically poor when it comes to doing anything with my kid’s hair. Alaina wears a ponytail to school and a Red Sox hat everywhere else, just like her sister did when I was responsible for getting her ready for school in the morning. Alaina was absolutely thrilled with the “wacky” idea of a ponytail that went straight up instead of the more traditional look we usually go with.
Sports are kind of a big deal in our household, a close second to our children in conversation topics between my wife and I. The Red Sox are terrible this year, but our first over night escape of the summer was highlighted by watching a game from the Green Monster at Fenway Park. Within a few weeks I hope to get the girls to a minor league game or two and we’ve already started perusing the NFL schedule to plan which games we may attend this winter.
A quick glance into my closet shows that 80% of my non-work clothing is adorned with either the logo of a sports team or was a free gift with subscription renewals to Sports Illustrated or ESPN the Magazine. The number is lower for my wife’s wardrobe, but her collection of gear would still impress all but the most hard core fan.
So it was both shocking and completely unacceptable to find that my daughter had nothing that would fit her for Sports Team Day. She’s been wearing her colors proudly since the very beginning.
We really weren’t more than a few minutes late for school….