Once a year, Jill's school has a huge event. A Family Fun Night. Games. Prizes. Cake Walks. Pie Your Teacher in the Face. Catering from Texas Roadhouse. The works. The kids have been working to gain Bear Bucks for the past six weeks to earn tickets for the booths. Jill has been talking about it for weeks. Months really.
Until last week when she decided she wasn't going. She didn't get a ticket to the "Pie in the Face" booth. I tried to explain that I could still buy tickets when we got there. It wasn't the same. She didn't want to go. Fine by me. I threw the order form for the Texas Roadhouse meals in the trash and called it a day.
As Thursday approached, Jill started mentioning Family Fun Night again. I told her we could only play the games, not eat. The deadline has long since passed for ordering food. She thought about it. Thursday morning came. We stood in the bathroom, doing her hair for school. She talked about how she was sad that she had not earned a ticket for "Pie in the Face." Then, in that conversation, I found out why.
When she switched classes a few weeks ago, her teacher (the one who grabbed her arm to the point of hurting her after Jill talked in her classroom) took away her Bear Bucks for tattling on her! Oh hell no. All 21, she had earned. She had since earned another 15, putting her well over the total needed. I flew into a rage. How dare that woman, who was in the wrong, punish Jill! First she uses physical punishment on my child, now she makes her think it is not okay to tell someone if you are being hurt by an adult?! What the hell is wrong with this teacher? Kenny called the teacher a slew of naughty words, threatening Jill with her life if she repeated them. At least outside of our home. By 9:30 in the morning, after meeting with the principal and speaking with Jill's new teacher, Jill had her 21 Bear Bucks back. She came skipping in the door at 4pm, "Pie in the Face" ticket in hand. She never looked so happy in her life.
Kenny came home early. The girls had dinner, were bathed, and ready to go by 6pm. The were both excited. On the way to the school, Emmi babbled away happily in the backseat, clueless as to what we were doing, but aware that Jill was excited. They raced up the lawn of the school and to the back parking lot to the games. The lines were long. Jill didn't know where to go first. They got their faces painted. They picked up ducks in a duck pond for prizes, they did the cake walk. Then. Finally. We got in the VERY long line for "Pie in the Face." The kids chattered happily about which teacher they would pick. They could choose Art, Music, or PE. Jill was having trouble deciding. I noticed a bit of a commotion at the beginning of the line. Something was up. Some of the parents looked mad. The kids were starting to cry. Then. The news hit the back of the line.
They. Were. Out. Of. Pies.