Turns out the other parents, the kids, and even the teachers also didn't know what was going on (by the looks of it). It was very unorganized, with everyone standing around, looking at each other for some kind of direction. The "program" consisted of the kids sitting in a circle, with some of the parents, singing along to songs played on a very loud speaker. We certainly couldn't hear any of the kids singing, and it was obvious that they weren't sure what to do. During one entire song, Dylan was the only kid in his class standing to sing! Ha!
As I was sitting with Dylan in the circle, I was getting uncomfortable. "Why is this woman staring at me?!", I kept thinking. Then, I would think, "You are so paranoid. She isn't staring at you. She's probably looking at someone behind you". But, she really did seem to be staring at me. I checked my fly, my shirt for stains, and my nose for boogers - nothing.
My favorite part of the "program" had to be my kid doing the chicken dance. Where does he get that rhythm?
After the "program" we all got to eat picnic food in a big room with tables set up - hot dogs, watermelon, carrots, cookies, lemonade. My parents were leading the way to a table, and who did they decide to sit by? Did you guess staring lady? Yep! The first thing she said to me when I sat down was, "My daughter talks about Dylan all the time". "Really?", I asked, quite perplexed. Dylan never talked about any of the girls at school. He didn't even seem to know most of their names. "Oh, yea!", she answered, laughing. "She told me he is her boyfriend! I told one of the other moms here about it, and she started laughing, saying "Well, don't tell my daughter that, because she says he is her boyfriend!"" Who knew? Certainly not Dylan! His main concern was "How many cookies can I eat?" And for now, that is exactly the way I like it.
