Pink Gorillas?

So I was a chaperon on a field trip yesterday. I got 5 girls to watch after, one of whom didn’t want to be in my group and kept disappearing on me to go and be with her friends. *sigh* We were in the blue group. Blue group consisted of a little bit of all three different classes in the 6th grade. In our blue group was a boy we’ll call “Davey”. Davey and I have a love/hate relationship. I had him on a field trip last year and I wanted to kill him afterwards. He wasn’t’ too fond of me either.

Well, he decided that he loved me (at least for yesterday) and I thought he was in a very good frame of mind. Davey talks and talks and well… talks. A lot. He never shuts up. Also, as sad as it sounds, give Davey a couple of more years and he’ll “be out of the closet”. So imagine in a drag queen kind of voice him talking allllll the time. Towards the end of the trip, about 5 1/2 hours into this boat ride (it was 6 hours) I say to him, “Davey, I have some duct tape in my purse and I’m not afraid to use it.” He looks at me and will all seriousness in his voice says “It wouldn’t be the first time. You see, I just talk and talk. I was at camp and while I was sleeping, all the kids in my tent thought it would be funny to duct tape my mouth. By the way, it tastes really yucky.” For a split second, I was horrified and then I thought to myself, he’s pulling my tail. So I say to him, “Look me in the eye and tell me that they duct taped your mouth.” He looked at me and then away and said “They duct taped my mouth.” I grabbed his face and told him to look me in the eye and tell me that again. He started laughing and said that no, they had not in fact duct taped his mouth shut. “But they wanted to really bad” he said. He started giggling and I started laughing.

So I bet you’re wondering what this has to do with pink gorillas? Well, after he told me that story, he said, ( I kid you not) “So I keep having this crazy dream. This pink gorilla keeps bashing me on the head with a toy train.” I about fell off of my chair. I have this blank look on my face and he looks at me and says “it’s true! I’m not lying about it! He keeps bashing me in the head because I won’t shut up. I just talk and talk, even in my dreams.” I sort of snicker and think to myself.. well, that’s going on the blog. Now, reading this, you may not find it half as funny as I did, but I had to share anyway.

On a different note, there were a ton of fun things that the kids got to touch. Of course, I didn’t bring a camera… why would I think to do that? Lauren held this huge monster of a sea star? I think it was a sea star. If it wasn’t a sea star, it would have been a sun star. Anyway, it was huge, got her all wet and she loved it. Karl grabbed crabs, sea cucumbers, and clams. I was so tired after the boat trip and then we had an hour and a half to do something while we waited for the buses to come and get us. So I took all of my girls to eat at Red Robin. Yummy, just what we all needed!

What is one of your favorite times spent with your child(ren) or someone you love?

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2 comments on “Pink Gorillas?

  1. carlen says:

    i can just hear you having that little conversation. pink gorilla’s, huh? never had that dream. but when i was little, whenever i had a fever i had bad dreams: one recurring dream was that a giant chef was trying to bake me in a pie! the other one was that i lived in neverland and captain hook had captured me! crazy freaky dreams!

  2. Hilary says:

    Happy day! Sara and Jeri have blogs! I hope you are better at writing than your husband — meaning that I hope you write more often. :) It’ll be SO nice to feel like I’m in better touch with your life! Now I’m off to bed so I can have a crazy dream to tell you about…

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