Where the Wild Things Read

I loved Little League, but I hated going door to door to sell fundraising candy bars. I see many of you use the interwebs to hawk your Girl Scout wares, so why not try this for my son?

Pablo is trying to raise money for his school, Burroughs, by attempting to read 20 minutes a day in February. Would you be interested in pldeging two cents a minute to this new reader’s (5 yr old) cause? If Pablo reads 20 minutes a day X 28 days, you’d be pledging $11.20 total. Or you could donate maybe a flat $5 or $10?

Last year Burroughs students read for 1.5 million minutes and raised $90K. This year they are going for 1.6 million minutes. The Principal always does a big stunt if they make their goal. This year he may be eating a Stone Soup concoction which may include leftovers from the cafeteria and kids’ plates.

Enjoy a clip from today’s “Where the Wild Things Read Burroughs Read-a-Thon 2010” pep rally. It may remind you of The Royal Tenenbaums.

Please let me know if you’d like to pledge. You wouldn’t want poor Pablo to have to go out in the cold and talk to strangers, would you?

Thanks,

Jefe (dictated but not read by Pablo)

PJ Day

“Don’t call it nursery school. That’s for babies” – Pablo

It was Pajama Day at Pablo’s pre-school which meant all the kids and teachers wore pajamas to/fro’ and during the day. I was the only parent who decided to also show up in pajamas (same as last year).

The teachers honored it by allowing me into the private sanctum for a photo shoot. Doodles also played along this time and a few parents said they wished they did. Maybe they will next year if they get another chance. Why wouldn’t you go out for half a day in jammies if you knew it would bolster school spirit? And make a little boy’s heartlight shine just that much brighter for a day.

Jefe: Who had the silliest jammies at school today?

Pablo: You, Dad.

I wasn’t fishing for that answer, really, but it warmed the cockles on this otherwise rough day. (Had a lot of video editing and uploading problems for Books & Bars.)

Mrs. Healy said I never disappoint and Mrs. Kuehn said I was “the best”.
Honestly, that was totally worth it. For all the times I feel like Bad Dad, a little of this goes a long way. I feel I just made the grade like my 5 year-old-peers.

See the frenetic (as per usual) exit from car/entrance race to pre-school:

Hear Doodles’ theme song: