Last night we went to the town library for a singalong. It was sporadically advertised and not on their web site, our usual source of programming information. We did find out late yesterday afternoon that it was on, so we rallied the kids after dinner and headed over.
My daughter’s music teacher was the piano player. She was friendly and good with the children and had, perhaps to the detriment of the event, a fine singing voice. We used a songbook from 1960, still in use after four decades. This particular songbook contained lots of songs for people who sing well. Think The First Noel and We Three Kings. We did sing Frosty the Snowman (not in the book) and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (also not in the book) and had a generally good time.
The children colored the pages left on the back table with crayons and markers. They also offered snacks–cookies and punch. Of course, the last thing our children needed was sweets. Candy canes, chocolate, cookies at home. They have been getting it all these days. Bad parents, mostly, I suppose. But they had some cookies, and so did I. All the other kids did as well.
There were many children there. They seemed to have fun. We even checked out some new books while we were there. Our previous books were overdue, as usual. We had to use my wife’s libary card. I couldn’t find my wallet before we left. I looked and looked and I just figured I must have left it in jacket pocket or some such. I didn’t find it last night.
This morning it showed up. Our kids have been into pretending to wrap presents lately. They have been wrapping everything they can get their hands on. We recently had to impose a rule that they only wrap art that they make themselves. Things kept going missing. My wallet, despite the prohibition on wrapping objects that might have some value if hidden and unable to be found, was the latest object to disappear into the wrapping hole.
I was with-wallet today and used it when I took my son to the Hinesburg winter farmer’s market. I only purchased two donuts, along with some squash. I ate most of the donuts, maybe subconsciously to get back at him for hiding my wallet, but really more because, again, he has lots of sweets these days. But then, maybe I do, too.