This has simply been an exhausting week. Of course, the kids were adorable, and did a great job on stage, but the back stage job, with a couple of middle school guys, required all the good graces I could muster and very seriously taxed my joy. The chicklets on the other hand were a dream. It's sad, because most my boys were also wonderful. It is interesting how a couple of bad attitudes can affect the whole lot isn't it?
Oh My JOY!Most of the week was all work, I fear, but Bugg and I turned work into play as she most joyfully helped me make the mints for the Opening Night VIP table .
You know, we're still on Coyote vigil here, so the boys were looking at weapons. Whilst we were working she asked, "Where are the boys?" I replied, "Oh, out looking at guns." She heaved, "Aren't you glad we're girls, so we don't have to out hunting?" Then, " I bet we're going to make more of these next week, pink ones, because you know I love pink." Hating to bust her bubble, I tried to explain,
"Well, after I've made these for two hours, I'm not usually too excited about making them again real soon." Her response, "Well, I'm always excited about eating them."
I make these mints in my classroom every year for the Mother's Day Tea. I have kids who just cannot grasp the idea of the size and how to gently pat them in the mold. She was rolling them out like pro. She's a wonderful chef assistant.
Now it's off to camp for me, yipee!