To market, to market....

About 3 weeks ago I agreed to go along on a kindy excursion (scheduled for today) to the big produce market in the city . Why? Hell, I dunno. However I said I'd go and go I did. Each adult was provided with 2 children to supervise and a small sum of money for the kids to practice 'shopping' by purchasing fruit (to make fruit salad) and something for themselves. Each child was to buy $1 worth of fruit and spend $1 on themselves. My two charges (one of them my own daughter) spent $14 on fruit....well... I coughed up the extra $12 actually because they were a bit short on funds today. It's not like they bought a lot of fruit, just expensive fruit. Then they each wanted to buy a pastry with their extra $1. Of course my two chose pastries that cost $1.40. Once again I subsidised this.

It was an expensive day. Not to mention the stress of supervising two enthusiastic 4 year olds who seem to have the power to make themselves momentarily invisible, which in turn caused me to whirl like like a Dervish screaming their names only to find them standing innocently right beside me - yeah, I acknowledge it could just have been my own paranoia. I had no desire to turn up back at the bus and explain how I'd lost two children. Things really came to a head when we stopped for a break at a cafe. The girls were enjoying the art work - kind of modern abstract stuff with lots of nudes. I felt it appropriate to leave when they decided one of the nudes had hilarious 'boobies' a fact they announced long and loud to the entire cafe. Then Aislin told me that in actual fact they looked a lot like my boobies. I swear it took the poor man at the next table every ounce of willpower he possessed not to make the comparison. Definitely time to go.

I came to the conclusion on the bus ride back that I am not cut out to be a kindy teacher.