It Doesn't Really Pay to be Early

I talked to my son's first grade teacher last Thursday. She was planning a "Sea Life" party for the kids to celebrate all the work they did learning about the sea and their projects about different sea creatures. I agreed to bring fruit for the party and asked what time I should be there on Monday. She told me to be there at 1:45.

So today is Monday. This morning I went to the grocery store. I bought cherries, grapes, watermelon and kiwi. I added some strawberries from my garden. I washed everything and cut it up into bite-size pieces for the kids. Then at 1:30 I took the fruit, my camera and my 5 year old and I drove to the school.

I saw one of the other classroom moms in the office. I asked her if she was there for the "Sea Life" party too. She gave me a funny look and said, "There is no sea life party today. That's next week."

"What?! I just asked Mrs. FirstGradeTeacher and she said to be here at 1:45."

"Yeah. Be here at 1:45 on Monday the 15th."

"Oh. Now what am I going to do with all of this fruit?"

The other mom chuckled a little. The office assistant who was sitting at her desk in the office chuckled too.

I did not chuckle. I am just about to search online for a drink recipe that calls for a lot of alcohol and a lot of fruit! Sangria Anyone?