What a weird evening. I spent it at a spelling bee.
Both of my children entered the Monocacy Elementary School Spelling Bee. Both of them made it to Finals. Both of them made it to the winner’s circle. Varmint got 3rd, and Critter got 2nd.
Understand something….let me be VERY CLEAR: If it were not for Spellcheck, you would not be able to discern half of the words I write on Mama Boe.
Clearly they got their orthographizing talents from their father.
I was not looking for an entertaining evening. I mean, let’s face it, I’ve gone from exciting nights out on the town in my 20’s to an evening at the elementary school spelling bee in my 40’s. I really did not have high expectations for the evening.
But talk about excitement! Holy. Stinkin. Moly! It was more stressful than going to the racetracks. I mean, I was on the edge of my friggin’ seat. And to have BOTH of my kids going head to head on the stage…there isn’t enough Xanax in the world for that kind of pressure.
Varmint got taken out by the word ‘Cemetery’. Critter got taken out by the word ‘Stomach’. Neither one of them will ever ever ever spell those words incorrectly again, that I can promise you.
And then at the end of the evening, the school had a raffle. One of the prizes was “Vice Principal for the day.” Critter won it, and was overjoyed.
Before we left, I asked Varmint how she felt. She was pleased that she had given it a try, and pleased that she had gotten to the winner’s circle. I could tell that she was a little disappointed, though. I had watched her study the word lists, and watched her nerves and hopes throughout the process. She was a real trooper and doing her best to be mature about not winning first place.
Then I asked Critter how he felt. He said it was good that he got Second place, because red is his favorite color and that was the color of the medal around his neck, but what he was REALLY psyched about was winning Vice-Principal for the day.
So, let me get this straight: He survived longer than all but one of the many contestants on the stage after several gruelling rounds of spelling bee, but what he was most proud of for the evening was winning a raffle? Winning a game of chance?
I thought Varmint was going to punch him for sure.
It’s a good thing he’s fast.