back to the future

when i was a teacher-in-a-classroom, all those eons ago, one thing i absolutely adored was the mother-helpers. you know, the angels who spend mornings in the classroom listening to kiddos read aloud one-to-one, who clean out the maths boxes and wash the paint brushes, who staple black paper borders around beautiful paintings and hang them on the wall, who make trays of fudge and deliver them at two o'clock on a w*nter's day at the exact moment when everyone's all rained-and-windy'd out and rather scratchy and so ya stop everything and snuggle up for a little chocolate-and-story moment just before home time....
anyway, i've always wanted to be mother-helper and not had many opportunities...
*dawn breaks*
today the lads'n'i climbed on a great big bus filled with twenty-odd (notice careful placement of hyphen lol) students from Woozie's class and went on a Skool Trip!!!

and... THERE WAS DRESSING UP!!!!!
yep, every skoolkid (and even the teacher)
was adorned in 1900's outfits...
which was totally O for OARSOME.
while the big kids zipped off and made
griddle scones and butter,
the lads'n'i hung out with the totally OARSOME Ken
who took us on the grand tour of the museum
where we saw all sorts of ancient stuff.
most of all, the lads loved talking on the phones
and looking through the stereoscopes
which are kind of a precursor to the viewmaster
that was all the rage when i was a kid.

ummm, Hicktown's answer to Mme Tussaud's
and the obligatory stocks posing:

and there was no fudge, but guess what Woozie's teacher produced from her Mary Poppins' Carpet Bag for the bus ride home? a great big bag of natural lollies (is that an oxymoron?) and my lads hung out with the skool lads and chose their favourite houses from the Property Magazine all the way back to skool.
mmm, a little chocolate-and-story moment just before home time...
totally OARSOME.