Cute Mason Stories du Jour
Dec. 11th, 2007 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseThe cutest story is one that actually involves some of the other parents BEFORE the big birthday party with Mason's new school girlfriend, Ava. I was talking to a bunch of the parents who were waiting to pick up their kids about life and other sundry things. We all noticed the line of two-by-two Pre-K students marching up the hallway. Dalton's dad says, "Hey, I wonder which one is Ava? Dalton says he's in love with a girl in his class named Ava." Dalton was holding hands with Ava, so I pointed her out and said, "*cough* and this is Ava's dad..." gesturing to Ava's dad who was also waiting to pick her up. Ava's dad pretended to be all upset and said, "Hmmm, this Dalton kid sounds like trouble." We all laughed as Dalton came rushing up and hugged his dad, and did a stage whisper, "Did you see her? THAT'S Ava." Ava meanwhile gave her dad a hug, and then, seeing Mason, said, "Oh! Mason," rushing right past Dalton who had his arms out for a hug to give Mason a giant hug. All the parents kind of looked at each other like "Oh... AWKward!"
But, of course, the kids are four. Dalton just joined Mason and Ava in a giant group hug.
I left school feeling really kind of bad thinking that Dalton, who was in love with Ava, wasn't invited to the party and Mason was. (I'd heard from Ava's dad that not a lot of people from Crossroads were invited.) I was actually quite relieved when we walked in to Ava's house on Saturday and saw Dalton and his dad there as well. Either Ava's folks did a quick fix or Dalton'd been on the guest list all along. Either way, I think it worked out really nicely, because then Mason had another friend at the party.
I had also been very worried that Mason was going to be the only boy since the invitation had princesses on the cover (not that that would have bothered Mason in the least. Gender/Sex is still not something he worries over much about) But not only was Dalton there, but there were several other boys as well. Mason reported there was "one mean one" with whom he "fought." When we asked Mason about the fighting, Mason just said it went like this: "It's my tent. No, mine. My tent. No mine." (This is Mason's verbatum description of their fight.) Mason apparently impressed everyone with his pinata smashing skillz, I heard from two sets of parents that Mason had serious intent (though Mason reported it wasn't actually he that broke the pinata.) I'm not sure if that information was meant as a compliment or not, but, well, Mason *does* like to hit at things. We know this from all our tromps in the woods.
Mason spent a lot of the time before the party wondering what to wear. He decided on his favorite dinosaur shirt and a bowtie. I took at least one picture because he looked awfully denbonier (sp?) He was also initially quite crushed that Ava's invitation explicitly stated "no presents." But they were accepting donations for the Ronald McDonald House, and one of the things they were looking for were Caldecott ?Newberry winners (illustration/writing picture/YA books awards), and one of Mason's favorite books CLICK, CLACK, MOO: COWS THAT TYPE is a Caldecott winner. So, we brought a copy of that for Ava to donate.
Mason came home quite wired on sugar (apparently he ate even the cookie ornament that was meant to hang on our tree), but very happy. I was especially glad that he had no qualms about being dropped off and left there. Luckily, he's met both of Ava's parents, as Ava's mom was a chaperone with me when the class went to the pumpkin patch. I also told him, when he started pre-freaking out days before the party, that he knows our phone number and he could always ask Ava's parents to call us if he got scared. I don't think, however, he even noticed I'd left he was having so much fun.
Shawn and I used our two and a half hours alone to clean the house and.... TALK. I would have loved to try this thing I've heard of called "napping," but I was also afraid that it would become full-on sleeping, and we'd forget to pick Mason up at the allotted time.
But, of course, the kids are four. Dalton just joined Mason and Ava in a giant group hug.
I left school feeling really kind of bad thinking that Dalton, who was in love with Ava, wasn't invited to the party and Mason was. (I'd heard from Ava's dad that not a lot of people from Crossroads were invited.) I was actually quite relieved when we walked in to Ava's house on Saturday and saw Dalton and his dad there as well. Either Ava's folks did a quick fix or Dalton'd been on the guest list all along. Either way, I think it worked out really nicely, because then Mason had another friend at the party.
I had also been very worried that Mason was going to be the only boy since the invitation had princesses on the cover (not that that would have bothered Mason in the least. Gender/Sex is still not something he worries over much about) But not only was Dalton there, but there were several other boys as well. Mason reported there was "one mean one" with whom he "fought." When we asked Mason about the fighting, Mason just said it went like this: "It's my tent. No, mine. My tent. No mine." (This is Mason's verbatum description of their fight.) Mason apparently impressed everyone with his pinata smashing skillz, I heard from two sets of parents that Mason had serious intent (though Mason reported it wasn't actually he that broke the pinata.) I'm not sure if that information was meant as a compliment or not, but, well, Mason *does* like to hit at things. We know this from all our tromps in the woods.
Mason spent a lot of the time before the party wondering what to wear. He decided on his favorite dinosaur shirt and a bowtie. I took at least one picture because he looked awfully denbonier (sp?) He was also initially quite crushed that Ava's invitation explicitly stated "no presents." But they were accepting donations for the Ronald McDonald House, and one of the things they were looking for were Caldecott ?Newberry winners (illustration/writing picture/YA books awards), and one of Mason's favorite books CLICK, CLACK, MOO: COWS THAT TYPE is a Caldecott winner. So, we brought a copy of that for Ava to donate.
Mason came home quite wired on sugar (apparently he ate even the cookie ornament that was meant to hang on our tree), but very happy. I was especially glad that he had no qualms about being dropped off and left there. Luckily, he's met both of Ava's parents, as Ava's mom was a chaperone with me when the class went to the pumpkin patch. I also told him, when he started pre-freaking out days before the party, that he knows our phone number and he could always ask Ava's parents to call us if he got scared. I don't think, however, he even noticed I'd left he was having so much fun.
Shawn and I used our two and a half hours alone to clean the house and.... TALK. I would have loved to try this thing I've heard of called "napping," but I was also afraid that it would become full-on sleeping, and we'd forget to pick Mason up at the allotted time.