Today was Bart’s last day of term at playgroup and like previous years the playgroup leaders, all the children and their parents headed out to the school field for a water fight.
Bart went prepared with her shower proof jacket and water proof dungarees… unfortunately I forgot her wellie boots. She was super excited and had been talking about ‘shooting gun day’ ever since we had bought her and AJ a gun each a few weeks ago.
When I rolled up at the school at 11.30 everyone was outside in the drizzling rain and had started. So I donned my bright yellow waterproof coat, armed myself with a water gun and camera, then headed out. In my head I heard a wild west theme and imagined tumble weed rolling past. I actually looked more like a stunted Big Bird squelching through puddles.
I stopped at the side of the field to snap some pictures, not knowing one of the Dad’s had snuck behind me until I got an earful of water. Stuff that for a game of soldiers… the fight was on. Armed with my pump-action water gun I launched into the fray shooting whoever got in my way be they three-foot or six-foot tall.
Thankfully my worst fear wasn’t realised and the colour in my home hair dye did not run and leave me looking like a Wes Craven slasher victim. Although I closely resembles a drowned rat by the time my fighting was over.
So that’s it, another year over. I have one more water fight to attend this time next year and my playgroup days will be done. Even the thought of it makes me sad, it is such a loving and happy place for our children to start their school life.
Thank you Nicola and Viv for all your hard work. We really do appreciate you.