Yesterday when I picked Lizzie up from school, she was on a high from her seventh period French class. When she went to school in the morning she didn't have French class, she had computer lab with "sweaty boys on either side," so come seventh period, she was pleasantly surprised to find the sweat hogs had been replaced with a vibrant classroom full of her best-est, most giggly-est friends.
As we drove home from school, she chatted about an upcoming field trip that had been discussed in class. The only snafu: she didn't know the field trip destination. We had a grand time speculating wildly. She (jokingly) guessed France. I took a more serious tact and guessed a French restaurant. We both agreed a bake sale would be a fantastic way to raise capital for whatever was planned.
Today, she learned the field trip destination: Montreal. As in Canada. As in $2000. For a 6th grade field trip! Of course, she's dying to go because everyone is going. So, um, if anyone is interested in buying one or two thousand beignets, you know how to reach me.