Today was Abby's 100th day of school for the year. In honor of the monumental occasion, the kiddos (who usually abide by a fairly strict dress code of collared or school-sponsored shirts and plain pants/skirts/bermuda-type shorts) were allowed to dress up like they were 100 years old. This is the age where the kids are starting to become aware of social acceptance, so they are getting a little less eager to dress up in silly outfits, but I am excited that a lot of them decided to have a little fun in this endeavor. Due to the serious storms this morning, I didn't have a chance to take a good picture of Abby in her gear. I did, however, get a little video of her right before heading to school...of which I shall upload when the laundry, finances, and other household chores are done. (Read that: maybe never)
My sweet little Granny Abby headed to class sporting some awesome curlers, as she was past due of getting her hair did at the salon a'la oldpeople. Her spectacles sat on the end of her nose most of the day because her vision is failing her in her ripe age, and a cane sat beside her desk to help her maneuver around the room without breaking a hip. Her shawl kept her warm, along with the house slippers she never leaves home without, and she completed the outfit with a nice pair of knee-high panty hose that wouldn't quite stay up all the time. I tried desperately to convince her to pull an oxygen tank behind her in our tank cart and wear a cannula, but she had to draw the line somewhere. I still believe that would have totally made the entire outfit believable though.
The only problem of the day was a minor wardrobe malfunction at various times. It seemed that her shawl would catch onto her skirt and almost show a hint of her Depends. I had to keep prompting her "Granny, keep yo' skirt down. You're showing your business." To which she would give me the stink-eye through extra large eyes peering out of her spects.
The day was a lot of fun, jammed full of "100 day" activities. My duties as a volunteer was to oversee the 100 day Olympics where they would throw javelins (straws), shot puts (cubes), and do a broad jump and see who could get closest to 100 cm and 100 inches each time. They also had a race with 10 dimes on a spoon, which Granny is so happily showcasing on the above pic. They participated in numerous other stations throughout the morning and all came home with copious amounts of memories of how learning can really and truly be a complete blast.
Granny came home, took out her curlers, peeled off her knee highs, soaked her feet in an Epsom bath, and took copious amounts of Metamucil with her daily intake of prunes and bran muffins. It was a big day for a little old lady.