Hot on the heels of Teacher’s Day comes the kids’ equivalent. Anyhow, at this age it doesn’t quite matter. They get to party in school, presents go around and a day off from lessons. Whatever the occasion, it is just time to celebrate.
They had their fun in school and with the Sunday School kids too at Jacob Ballas. The waterplay area was a favourite (somewhere in that mess is my kid), and it was a relief that the weather was so good. Not searing hot yet no hint of rain. Perfection.
We popped into Arbite once again, this time with company. We had a lovely observant waiter who really was attentive to the kids. Kids’ cutlery, a mint, Lego blocks and everything. The food being nice was a plus point (ok, maybe it should be the other way round. I got screwy priorities. But you know what it is like with BAD service…), and I figure we’d be back again.
The evening was rounded off by lantern carrying… And it was no small feat that their paper lanterns were not burned in the short walkabout. Was quite surprised that J actually wanted to carrying the paper ones. And K the copycat followed suit. Saved my ears if you asked me.
And of course, back to the grind the next day.
The one week break came and went. With it we actually went to a couple of places we haven’t been to in a while, and finally made a trip down to Jacob Ballas. Lots of fun for the kids, and completely energy zapping for the adults.
To all the teachers out there, we hope you had a blessed teacher’s day.
The kids had a lovely time at the party and came back with loads of stories. I guess the different cultures in the two schools shows. They were asked to draw a card, not bother with gifts, but who really listens?
We ended up colouring some picture cards and baking cookies. The kids helped. More or less. We counted the spoonfuls of flour, of sugar. We mixed the batter. We plopped cookie dough on the trays and liberally sprinkled them with hundreds & thousands (yes, that’s what those coloured sugary bits are actually called). And added pink and red hearts on some. We tried not to eat the cookies as they came out of the oven, nor pluck the decor off the cooled ones.
And finally we packed them in lil bags, splashed with washi tapes and typed a message out. Just for the special individuals who came to be our teachers. So much is caught, not taught.
ps: in case you were wondering, these is how ‘em cookies travelled to school.
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