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Field Day,The Last Day of School, and The Pink Towel

Proud of the Little Man

Today was the last day of school for the little man (9).  For us, anyway. We are going out of town for the week so he will not be attending the half week filled with half days of school next week.  So for us, it is officially SUMMER VACATION!

Incidentally today was also Field Day!  Little man has begged me all week to come to field day, which is why the Tot was home yesterday—because he needed to go to daycare today.  No information was sent home as to what time the activities were beginning so Hubby called the school this morning just before 8 a.m to find out.

(Little Man is dropped at school about 7:30)

The women who answered the phone in the office, put him on hold to find out what time my little guy’s class was scheduled.  She came back on the line and told him around 10:30-10:45.  Great! I can take a tiny nap before heading over there.

Field Day

hot pink towelWhen I was through scarfing down a bagel I’d grabbed on my way to the school it was just about 10:40—perfect timing, or so I thought.  I walked into the office, signed in, and was told, “Oh no, third grade went out at 9 am.”  What?? She said that someone must have given my husband the wrong information this morning.

I might add that the only someone that answers that phone is the one who was blaming someone else!!! Very frustrating because I knew how much the little man was wanting me to come to school, and EXPECTING me to show up.  You see the problem here right?  I hurried out to the field just in time to watch his class walking off the grass heading back into the classroom—and my son was wrapped up in a Hot Pink Towel!


Little Man’s revenge plot

I suppose the pink towel was a good thing because it distracted him from being extremely upset that I was not at school as I had promised.  (Yes, I am still angry.) He blew that portion of his morning off when I had explained what happened with a stomp of his foot and  “STUPID OFFICE!”

The Little guy was too distracted plotting his revenge on his Dad to be upset that I wasn’t there. Apparently, his (partially color-blind) father thought that he packed him a red towel (reds, pinks, and oranges are difficult for him) but instead packed the biggest brightest hot pink towel that you can imagine in the little man’s bag.

When I arrived the little guy was plotting to put a red shirt into the washer when Dad’s white clothes were in there in order to make Dad have to wear pink clothes to work!  The thought of turning all Dad’s whites to pink seemed to really cheer him up!

All in all though, even with the disappointment of my not being there, and his embarrassment at having a pink towel he held his composure. No meltdown!  He had a good day!

Jeannie Davide-Rivera

Jeannie is an award-winning author, the Answers.com Autism Category Expert, contributes to Autism Parenting Magazine, and the Thinking Person's Guide to Autism. She lives in New York with her husband and four sons, on the autism spectrum.
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