Preschool parting gifts

Baby 2.0 is in preschool (and is "not a baby!" he would say). I love the preschool, but find a lot of the other parents daffy. The teachers recommend going to a quarry, and they dither about whether preschoolers would really enjoy a rock quarry.

Hello? The educators you are paying to be experts in your child's development and growth are suggesting a field trip they know is great. Kids looking at big trucks; kids throwing rocks. Please don't pretend that one more outing to the New Children's Museum (where most of you already have passes) is going to be the same enriching experience.

Today's daffiness: one of the moms brought in extra eggs for everyone to color! Because it's not like I don't have two dozen uncolored eggs in the fridge since I didn't get my act together enough to get Paas dye and the fancy Japanese dye I have didn't work! So when I picked L up from preschool, I was given two hard-cooked lovingly pencil-scribbled eggs.

I still had to go to Trader Joe's. And it's lovely warm here today, so I put the eggs in my purse. I was not permitted to throw them away, even though L will not eat the eggs. It was my jeans pocket, or my purse. And there they were, through the whole TJ's trip and the incredibly backed-up traffic I hit coming home.

I got home, unpacked the groceries, remembered the eggs, and pulled one intact and one cracked-shell egg out of my purse. Lovely. I'm keeping the cracked one to put in the offending family's cubby tomorrow. He'll be back on Thursday to pick it up.