It is that time of the year again. Yes, The Big Secret Activity that I Can't Blog About is back. A few more weeks and I'm free of the responsibility until next fall, should they choose to participate again. I've been working with most of them for 4 years now, and it's a kick to see how they grow and change each year.
In some ways, it's a lot easier as they get older (fewer booger jokes and impromptu wrestling matches, less worry about potential trips to the ER) but also trickier in new ways (hormones, social minefields, problems at home that drip slowly into conversation over the course of the year.)
One of the pieces of this year's performance involves face paint. White face paint, to be exact. White face paint which I had no idea we were out of until it was time to USE that white face paint. Luckily, my babysitter was here to monitor the kids and the art store nearby usually has a big selection of face paint.
I ran out quickly, rushed into the store and stood before the shelves of face paint. Bottles, pans, kits... but NO white paint. I'm fuming - of course there is no white, the one friggin' color we need, right now, because all the kids are getting picked up in 45 minutes and they need to figure out the costume today.
Frantic, I finally spy a kit that includes a small pan of white, grab the thing and bring it to the counter. As the woman rings me up, I mention the lack of white face paint, and she says, "Yeah, we need to order more. A bunch of clowns came in yesterday and bought it all."
Screw you, creepy-ass balloon-blowing face-paint-hogging jerks! I hope you are happy - how's it feel to disappoint a bunch of 10 year olds, huh? You couldn't leave ONE container of white face paint for a bunch of kids who have been pouring their heart into this activity, who only have a few more days to finish up their costumes? Nooooooooo, you couldn't.
Nice work, CLOWNS.