On Monday night, while feeling like death warmed over (note to self: never accept work the day after Vegas), my mother (who is a nursery school teacher) and I had the following conversation:
Me: So, how was your day?
Mother: Good! Today was the teacher ice cream sundae play date that was raffled off.
Me: What?
Mother: The teacher play date, remember? Parents buy raffle tickets and the winner's kid gets to have a themed play date, so we had an ice cream sundae party.
Me: Oh, cute. So the parent decides on a theme and the whole class gets to worship the winning parent's child for hosting said themed play date kinda thing?
Mother: What? No. It's a kid play date with just the teachers.
Me: Right. So the entire class gets to eat ice cream with their teachers because of that one kid?
Mother: (rolling her eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh)
Me: What, mom? I'm trying to understand this. I'm SORRY.
Mother: It's a play date with the kids and the teachers.
Me: (rolling eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh) I KNOW.
Mother: No, you don't. There's only one kid involved.
Me: But you said kidSSSSS.
Mother: Because there were 2 winners!
Me: Well then.
Mother: Got it?
Me: So let me get this straight: these 2 kids got to have a play date and eat ice cream sundaes with you and your coworker?
Mother: YES.
Me: OH. So it's like when we were little, and there were raffles to win Principal for a day or do the morning announcements at school.
Mother: Yes Ali.
Me: You could have just said that.
This lack of brain power brought to you solely by Vegas.
Me: So, how was your day?
Mother: Good! Today was the teacher ice cream sundae play date that was raffled off.
Me: What?
Mother: The teacher play date, remember? Parents buy raffle tickets and the winner's kid gets to have a themed play date, so we had an ice cream sundae party.
Me: Oh, cute. So the parent decides on a theme and the whole class gets to worship the winning parent's child for hosting said themed play date kinda thing?
Mother: What? No. It's a kid play date with just the teachers.
Me: Right. So the entire class gets to eat ice cream with their teachers because of that one kid?
Mother: (rolling her eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh)
Me: What, mom? I'm trying to understand this. I'm SORRY.
Mother: It's a play date with the kids and the teachers.
Me: (rolling eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh) I KNOW.
Mother: No, you don't. There's only one kid involved.
Me: But you said kidSSSSS.
Mother: Because there were 2 winners!
Me: Well then.
Mother: Got it?
Me: So let me get this straight: these 2 kids got to have a play date and eat ice cream sundaes with you and your coworker?
Mother: YES.
Me: OH. So it's like when we were little, and there were raffles to win Principal for a day or do the morning announcements at school.
Mother: Yes Ali.
Me: You could have just said that.
This lack of brain power brought to you solely by Vegas.
6 comments:
hilarious. talked to the parents on monday, and daddy asked how i was feeling. told him "my liver hurts, my feet are too swollen for shoes, my throat is all scratchy and i think i'm getting a cold". his response? "that means you did it right." love that man.
Been there. And my Mom can usually tell why. HA!
Ha ha ha this sounds like a convo that I would have with my mom. Bad thing is I would have it even if I didn't go to Vegas!! He he. Milt the Vegas thing for all it's worth Ali, just like I will do the same with my thyroid, xoxo!
Oops, milk! Lol!
Haha, well she was being a little confusing in your defense.
um i don't if that's all vegass related...i mean if that were me. i'm half dumb sometimes and it takes a while for things to process when they're not that interesting.
but that's just me :)
gotta love vegas.
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