You probably don’t recall this little tidbit, but our school is convinced the 100th Day of School is a holiday.  There are art projects, activities, and treats. At least on the 100th Day, they play Math Games with the Skittles and make them earn it.  If you can comparatively graph Skittle colors, they are yours!

A very important comparison is the drawing Sara made in Kindergarten, titled, “When I Am 100″, pictured above.  I wrote a funny little post regarding what I saw in this picture here.

Friday, Sara brought home this:

Mommy: Sara!  Oh my gosh!  Is this supposed to be you at 100?

Sara: Yep.

Mommy: Are you…are you DEAD? In this picture…you are dead, aren’t you?

Sara: Yep.  Dead in the grave.

Mommy: BUT WHY?!

Sara: We’re studying health and nutrition, and let’s face it Momma, no one has good odds for making it to 100.  I mean in really.

Mommy: Do you mean in reality?

Sara: I mean we’re all going to be dead at 100.

Mommy: Well.  I mean.  Yes.  Chances are…oh gosh Sara.  Did you have to draw it?

Sara: Yep.

In the meantime, Kelly was unloading her backpack and singing.  And wiggling.  Just a-wiggling away.

Mommy: What song are you singing Kelly?

Kelly: Party Girl! Party Girl!

Sara: Oh yes…KELLY.  Tell Mommy all about being a Party Girl.  She’ll love to hear this story.

Kelly: WELL, it’s very simple.  You sign up on Madi’s sheet (all names changed to protect the identities of the “party girls”) and then you throw leaves into the air and say, “I’m a PARTY GIRL!  I’m a PARTY GIRL!”  And then you get into a fight with a boy.

Mommy: You WHAT?!!!  What?!

Kelly: I told you: Party Girls like to have arguments with boys.  And then we chase them away!  That reminds me, you have to take me to a play date at Snapperz.

Mommy: No one has invited us to a play date at Snapperz.

Kelly: MOMMY!  WE HAVE TO GO!  The Party Girls planned it!  I HAVE TO BE THERE.

Sara: If she misses the play date, she gets kicked out of the Party Girls.

Kelly: YES!

Mommy: OH NO!  I don’t know where to start with the NO!  A) There is NO play date at Snapperz.  5 year olds don’t organize rush parties, I mean play dates at Snapperz. Mommies plan play dates. B) We don’t attend play dates for fear we’ll get kicked out of imaginary clubs.  C) WE DO NOT FIGHT WITH BOYS.

Kelly: Party Girls do.

Mommy: This sounds an awful lot like a little something called a sorority, and I WOULD KNOW, and NO, YOU ARE NOT JOINING ONE AT THE AGE OF 5.  This is not up for discussion.

Kelly: UGH!!!! (Storming off to fill out her bid sheet, pick out a dress for 4th rounds, and pray she doesn’t land on the snap bid list.)

(In real, aka “reality”, Kelly packed her bag for the Daisy Scout PJ party, danced like a 5 year old, had her hair braided and glittered, made some crafts, and watched a movie in her sleeping bag, curled up, not so comfortably, on my back. So in the end, she was a party girl on Friday, but at an age-appropriate level!)