So who’s ready for Visiting Day?
Did you pack up the car yet?
Figure out your plan of attack?
Set your alarm so you can be the earliest ones there?
Did you make a poster with your kids’ names on it in BIG BOLD LETTERS?
So they will be the first ones to catch a glimpse of their parents — who are clearly, like, the best parents EVER — waiting behind the rope line like a bunch of anxious brides-to-be at a Kleinfelds sample sale?
You did that, right?
I mean… How else will they know that you love them?
Also.
What are you bringing?
Did you get the Brandy Meliville tees?
The Rainbow Loom refills in every single color?
The 24-pack of Hi-Chews?
And the Monkey Tummy Stuffer to hide it all in?
I’m assuming you already got the Color War swag?
Which should include — but by no means be limited to — the tutus and cowboys hats and fingerless gloves and sparkly wigs and pom-poms and face paint and glitter tattoos and colored hair spray and cow bells and megaphones and mardi gras beads and studded booty shorts and shredded tanks and shutter shades and soccer socks.
Just to name a few.
You got the case of Silly String?
And the Pump-a-nator water balloons and bigass Super Soaker?
The custom airbrushed cooler packed with sushi and Chinese food and a 50-pack of Baked by Melissas?
The case of bottled water?
The Cup-of-Noodles?
And please tell me you didn’t forget the personalized loom box, giant Rice Krispie treat, massive crack tower from Dylan’s, and a handful of Valium for the car ride home.
I swear I am a normal person the other 364 days of the year.

So who’s ready for Visiting Day?

Did you pack up the car yet?

Figure out your plan of attack?

Set your alarm so you can be the earliest ones there?

Did you make a poster with your kids’ names on it in BIG BOLD LETTERS?

So they will be the first ones to catch a glimpse of their parents — who are clearly, like, the best parents EVER — waiting behind the rope line like a bunch of anxious brides-to-be at a Kleinfelds sample sale?

You did that, right?

I mean… How else will they know that you love them?

Also.

What are you bringing?

Did you get the Brandy Meliville tees?

The Rainbow Loom refills in every single color?

The 24-pack of Hi-Chews?

And the Monkey Tummy Stuffer to hide it all in?

I’m assuming you already got the Color War swag?

Which should include — but by no means be limited to — the tutus and cowboys hats and fingerless gloves and sparkly wigs and pom-poms and face paint and glitter tattoos and colored hair spray and cow bells and megaphones and mardi gras beads and studded booty shorts and shredded tanks and shutter shades and soccer socks.

Just to name a few.

You got the case of Silly String?

And the Pump-a-nator water balloons and bigass Super Soaker?

The custom airbrushed cooler packed with sushi and Chinese food and a 50-pack of Baked by Melissas?

The case of bottled water?

The Cup-of-Noodles?

And please tell me you didn’t forget the personalized loom box, giant Rice Krispie treat, massive crack tower from Dylan’s, and a handful of Valium for the car ride home.

I swear I am a normal person the other 364 days of the year.

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  1. emphasisadded said: #1 Mama, to be sure!!!
  2. letyoursoulshine said: Why aren’t you my mother (: lucky girl
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