With Clara's class, to a field, with pumpkins, llamas, an emu, hay bales stacked into an inventive playground, rabbits, apple cider, a mock "bring your produce to market" area, a very dirty horse, and a bouncily thrilling hay ride in the flatbed of a pick-up truck.
For her: fun, some chagrin over not being in the same playgroup as her close friend Ingrid, and fresh-air induced hunger.
For me: relief once providing transport for a mother and her son, both of whom are even more socially awkward than I, was over, and anxiety provoked by chatting with other parents about the surplus demand for kindergarten options for city residents.
hack hack wheeze wheeze.
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