On the street just south of our house is a row of houses. In one of them at the time Scott was in kindergarten lived the kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Swain. Just two houses up from us lived another kindergartner. When Scott was in kindergarten Mrs. Swain told all the new students to bring a favorite toy. I'm not sure what Scott took but the boy up the street took his slippery slide. His father took it in his pick up truck. He did not get to leave it at the school although the other students would have liked that.
Come Spring time they put on an Easter program. Scott was an Easter egg. The morning of the program Mrs. Swain called and asked for my help with the Easter Bunny. I found when I got there I was in charge of him. He was dressed in a bunny outfit but was not a happy Easter Bunny. I took him back stage. The auditorium had a door on the south side that went to the parking lot. The bunny told me he did not feel good. I opened the door as I thought air might help. It was raining. The bunny looked a little green. I told him to stand on my shoes so he would not get his bunny feet wet and he did. Then he threw up. He felt better after that and the rain washed things away. I did not get to see Scott but Ray said he was a good egg. The best for that matter.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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