Nothing could go wrong… could it?
I mean it was a kids disco party. The primary school was separated by age for goodness sakes. Prep to grade 2 the first part of the afternoon, with the older kids into the evening.
Having choc tops available would not be a bad thing, right?
All that sugar, only to be let loose when the chicken dance came on… nah. 🐓🐥
At the end of the week. Almost, at the end of term.
The kids are tired. They didn’t want holidays… they needed holidays.
And it wasn’t just a normal Friday…
It was Friday the 13th, Friday. 👻
ON A FULL MOON. 🌕
I’m having fun here guys. As did baby girl this afternoon. The only time where I ate my words, was after commenting to several other Mums how all our kids would be as high as kites and hitting walls when the disco was done.
Not realising that my own child would be in tears as we walked off…
Because she didn’t get to buy a bloody glow stick.
“I’ll buy you a glow stick tomorrow!”
I had to laugh. I did. It was full moon time after all.
And I was still pretty happy to see her so excited, at her first ever school disco. 🥿📿🎉