To make a long story short, and cut straight to the embarrassing facts...
I dropped Mister Man and Zahra off to spend the afternoon at the 'FAIR', but in reality, I dropped them off at a FUNERAL!
Fair, funeral - similar right!? Good Lord!!
I made arrangements with a friend to drop the kids off at the indoor 'fair', where she would keep an eye on them for the afternoon. I pulled up front to the kids' school and took their jackets before shooing them inside. There was a lot of activity and cars out front. Seems normal for a fair. I drove off.
My poor son, after living with such a courageous, outspoken, older sister, he is not used to handling 'situations' on his own.
Shortly after arriving, the somber tempo and crowd of elderly folks dressed in their black funeral attire, was a clear indication that they were in the wrong place. The office phone was locked up, so he couldn't call me. They had no jackets, so they couldn't walk home.
He finally mustered up the courage to enter the school gymnasium (where said funeral was taking place) and asked someone if they had a phone. He miss-dialed my number twice. Tried Dan, who purposely didn't answer the 'strange' number twice. Third attempt, Dan answered and Mister tried as best he could to hold back his tears as he asked Daddy to come get them.
The folks at the funeral shed pity upon my children, giving them juice and cookies to make up for their Mother's stellar parenting.
As it turned out, I obviously got the venue wrong. Funeral was at the school, Fair was at the church. Makes sense right? Ha.
Fair to Funeral - the only thing that could have possibly made this worse, is if they walked into an open casket!
Now top that!
