Hazel, our preschooler oblivious to the whole charade.
The rascals had to go to school today. Today is Saturday. I called the school and emailed a teacher just to make sure I heard right. School in session on Saturday? They call it a snow make-up day. I don't care what you call it. Isn't Saturday sacred? One day set apart for staying in pajamas as long as possible, waking up to a full huge day, hours and hours, of whatever you want. One day a week when no one else's agenda creeps into your own. Saturday is a special day, it's the day we do nothing til Sunday.
Smartly, I informed Seth and Lucy, our 2nd-grader and Kindergartner, early on of the switch. They took it really well. Really well. I began to think it was just me. Maybe I was the only one who saw the sacrilege in this. Then, this morning, falling in line at the drop-off, I noticed an abc 11 News van and its cameraman. He was there to catch this fishy phenomenon on camera.
I kissed and dropped off then headed home. My seat heater still hadn't kicked in and I shivered in my inefficient hat and gloves. It was downright chilly! Right then and there I decided better to tarnish a January Saturday with school stuff than tack on another day in beautiful May.