Field Day Debrief
School’s out, but somewhere at this moment a group of women sit scheming new ways to make next year’s Field Day even better than this year’s celebration extraordinaire. These dedicated souls have been crossed trained on the Candy Walk and the Sponge Race; they have screened the best DJs; they have scoured the internet for more inventive crafts; and they have negotiated the best price on sugar sand and plastic tubes. They know when to put more kernels in the popper, understand the MIT developed matrix scheduling of class rotations, and know just how long it takes to inflate a bouncy slide. Quiet as its kept, I hear next year we may even have misting stations to keep the spoiled little snots more comfortable.
I say we go old school. Toss them in the playground with a rope and a hose (sunscreen optional), blast some music we can all agree on (can you say Guitar Hero?), and cordon off the grown-ups in a beer garden. I’ll chair.
by Lela Davidson on June 15, 2010
in Rugrats, Tweens, & Other Offspring, Suburban Bliss




I always thought field day involved a plow and a John Deer Tractor. I was excused from attending on religious grounds because I was Episcopalian.
John, it was for the best. Everyone knows Episcopalians suck at three-legged racing.