Go ahead with your Scrooge-ish comments, I can take it.
10 or so 3-4 year olds in a confined space with plates full of cupcakes/cookies/candy/chips with a juice box on the side just makes me antsy. A little twitchy too.
But I schlepped my tray of apples and cheese through the rain to attend A.'s little soiree. Upon setting my load down onto the respective file cabinet, I was met with a resounding "Mama!! You came to my party!!!!" Just imagine the decibel level.
Her sweet enthusiasm squelched my Scroogeness for a while. Although, truth be told, when it was over, I did have an extra pep in my step to be on my merry way. I'm just saying.
Annelise with her sweet teacher. Bless her!