Quinn brought me a permission slip to sign this week. His class is going on a field trip next month to see The Nutcracker. Sounds lovely. Wish I could go, too! At least, I thought I did, until I read the permission slip.
It's a generic sort of catch-all kind of permission slip. So, for him to watch a ballet, I had to check off if Quinn was allergic to anything, if he needed medication, if he had asthma or kidney disease or other conditions.
But the one that made me laugh was having to circle his level of swimming expertise. (We chose "cannot swim" because his particular doggy paddle will not get him far in an emergency.)
Sounds like one hell of a production! If the audience's swimming skills are an issue I'm a little worried for the pit orchestra down below the stage. But hey! Have to keep things fresh to appeal to today's kids! (Just need to remember to pack his water wings along with his lunch before he heads off to the ballet.)