Me: Get your work done while I take a shower. I’m going to do the check-off at 2pm, because I have the catechist meeting tonight, so I can’t check you off after dinner.
Child: I want to go!
Me: ? Um. Why would you want to go to a catechist meeting?
Child: I want to hear you talk.
Me: You hear me talk all day long.
Child: I want to hear about catechist stuff.
Me: The DRE might switch plans and not have me talk.
Child: There might be soda.
[Ah. Yes. Now you sound like a normal child. Whew.]
Me: Yes, there will almost certainly be soda. They are serving pizza.
Child: Pleeaaase can I go?
Me: It’s out of the question if your homework is not done.
–> Child panics, drops toys, runs to desk, starts working diligently.
Is it the soda or the catechist talk? I don’t know. If she gets the homework done, I guess I let her come? Or tell her she can stay home and watch Anne of Avonlea instead. That would work.
“There might be soda.” Might there be parents from up North?
Let the little children come.
You bet. (Maryland.) Jon gave the left-behinds soda at home. It really was for the best, ended up talking with DRE and another catechist until 10, while my seven-year-old (in tow due to piano lessons right before meeting) ate the chocolate Santa her piano teacher had given her.
Irony: One of the points I had to bring up was parents complaining about too much candy being given out in class. Next time I’ll have to amend it to say: Unless you are giving a large slab of chocolate to a child who has to sit through a long adult meeting right after.
If i were the mom i would let her go.
gosh
FYI for those who are wondering, those two comments just above are from a certain child of mine who accidentally left a comment using *my* account rather than her own. [I sometimes do the same thing with her account. Logout. Logout. Always logout on shared computers.]