Donuts with Daddy

Yesterday was the big day.  For over a week, each and every morning, Cooper has asked “is today the day Daddy comes to school with me?”  I have had to do a daily countdown for him, which I don’t think meant anything to him because the next morning, same thing.

Thursday was the day, and although I offered to drive them both over there and make sure they went through the routine and found everywhere they needed to be properly, D.Jones insisted he could do it all, so off my boys went. 

Turns out, Cooper’s teachers put on quite the Daddy day!  When they arrived, they got a few minutes of play time to chat with the other Dads and kids, and then the kids got little buckets of shaving cream and big tongue dispensers and got to shave their Daddy.  Doug thought it was hilarious because all of the dads were in business attire, some sporting some very, very expensive suits, which then had a bit of shaving cream on them, but no one seemed to mind.

Next, a fireman came to visit and put on all of his gear, including respirator, and the kids got to go check it out.  Doug said quite a few of the kids were not hip on getting near the guy with that respirator on, thinking it was a bit scary, but Cooper ran right up and high-fived him.  Then they all got to go outside and get on the firetruck.

Afterwards, it was donut time, and then the kids showed the dads pictures they had colored on Tuesday of themselves with their dads.  There was a little more play time and then the dads got to walk the kids to the gym to drop them off for the rest of their school day.  D.Jones got to witness Cooper putting the smack down to some boy who thought incorrectly that Coops might be willing to share a toy with him.  Doug tried to intervene, but said he must’ve seemed quite ineffective because the teacher was there within moments saying “no, no, no…we share.”  Funny.  D.Jones said he all of a sudden felt sort of inept, so he just stepped aside.  No matter how old you are, don’t mess with the teacher, right?

D.Jones also asked me the names of the 3 other boys that Cooper hangs out with all of the time.  As I ticked off their names, he nodded “yes” over and over again.  I then said “why do you ask?” and he said “I had them pegged right away.  They are all crazy!”  Seems the birds of a feather adage may just be true.

Anyway, Cooper was thrilled to have daddy there, and I think D.Jones had just as good of a time as Cooper.