the Grand Event... and mixing milk (ew)

Casidee stands from the dinner table last night and looks at me.

"Should I have milk or water?"

I just looked at her and shrugged.  Seriously, girl.  Just pick one.

Sean pipes in, "you could make a mixture of the two."

To which Brynn replies, "actually, I've tried that.  It's not very good."

Every year the Elementary school that The Circus goes to holds a Grand Event.

They pull out all the stops with auctions of large prize baskets (that we parents are called upon months in advance to donate to), music is blaring from speakers, there's an MC to keep events and the auctions rolling, and each grade does a performance.

Normally that performance thing, in and of itself, would be a good thing to go and support your child, but when you're like us... every grade is spread out over half hour increments.  That means, having six children in the school, that we get to sit there for 3 1/2 hours, waiting for all of the performances to happen.

Cali's front and center

We don't support the preformances too much... if we're there we'll catch and our child will be in it.  If not... maybe next year.

Pick your battles.  This isn't something I'm going to knock my brains out over.

They have Iceberg there catering,

 and you can buy punch cards to participate in all sorts of activities.  Rocket launching, face painting, cake walks, different games, and treats to buy like cotton candy.

The Circus claims it's the "Grand" Event, so you're supposed to have "grand"parents come.

Granny Suzann obliged.

brynn with friend

The thing I really like about these Grand Events, is that all the money raised stays right at our school to benefit our kids.  Not a percentage of it... all of it.  I know it's a lot more work for the PTA to put something on like this, but I appreciate it, and participate in it so much more than I would if they sent packets home of things for the kids to sell.  In fact, when those fundraiser packets have come home from other schools we've been at, I've sent the packets straight to the garbage. 

Dinner and show?  I can get behind that.