Field Trip Follies

Carter's first ever field trip in preschool was to Greenbluff (a local area packed with fruit farms). Even though I have lived here my whole life, I am great at getting lost. . . so I called the place and got directions. There are two highways that head North and I just couldn't picture which one I should take to get to Greenbluff. I dutifully followed the ladies' instructions. . . only I ended up in Deer Park. She told me the wrong highway. Needless to say, we were very late to the field trip, the last ones there, and Carter announced cheerfully that "We went to Deer Park!"

Fast forward three years and Sydney had her first field trip a couple of weeks ago to the fire station. The teacher said it was station #something on Hastings road. No problem. Carter went to the same one with his preschool. We get there totally on time and much to my surprise, we are the first ones there. After waiting almost 10 minutes and still no preschoolers, I went inside to see what was up. Apparently, there are TWO fire stations on Hastings road, and our preschool was at the other one. I jump in the car and fly down the road a couple of miles and found her class. Better late than never. Right?

The benefit of being the younger sibling is you get to participate in all the fun field trips. Derek LOVED the trucks and was only a little scared when the bell went off and the truck exited the garage with lights and sirens on.