Wednesday’s school parade went so well — but at the same time was also so flawed — that we had to conduct our own class parade this evening.  Everyone in the class got a visit from a caravan of five teachers.  This list included one family that was inexplicably left off the route earlier in the week, and one family that was 45 seconds late getting to the end of their long driveway to see the whole school parade.

The girls made me a poster to put in my window.  It had a picture of me and it proclaimed: “Mr. Pavlik says, “Hello,  kindergarteners.”

Also on the agenda for the evening were coctails that may or may not have been made from semi-frozen school-lunch fruit punches.

Fruit punches aside, it was a good lunch haul: deconstructed tacos.