Day of the field

Yesterday was Field Day at Caroline’s school. I wasn’t exactly sure what Field Day entailed but felt fairly certain it was teacher code for SCHOOL SHOULD GET OUT BEFORE MEMORIAL DAY AND WE ARE KILLING TIME BECAUSE OH MY GOSH WHEN WILL THIS YEAR END.

My suspicions were confirmed.

Field Day is an all-day affair where the different grades take turns doing a series of wacky events (Yes. I just said wacky in a non-ironic way.) in a muddy field. Needless to say, I was thrilled that first grade gets the short end of the Field Day stick and our events were scheduled from 1:30 – 2:30. Otherwise known as the time of day when both the temperature and the humidity levels hover above 100.

There were sack races.

And fake pony races.

There were ice pops.

And muddy feet.

But most of all there was joy.

And water.

Lots and lots of water.

Then we came home and made snowcones the same way they make them in hell.

But the teaspoon of shaved ice we procured after an hour of turning the handle on the Snoopy Sno-Cone maker helped us combat the heat.

Or at least I thought it did until I suffered heat-induced hallucinations and thought I saw Hall and Oates perform on American Idol last night. And that’s not even the worst of it. I could have sworn that Janet Jackson sang Nasty Boys and P told me he’d never heard that song before.

Obviously I was crazy from the heat. There’s no way any of those things could have actually happened, right?

Because, if so, DANG.