For the past few weeks, I've really kept my eyes open to bring you something that would really blow your socks off. I'm still kicking myself for not getting the picture of the helicopter trimming trees in my area, because I'm pretty sure that would've been amazing. But that's not my story for this evening.
Tonight, Sheena and I went to Hobby Lobby because I needed to have a poster framed (since I've had it for two years...and it has yet to make an appearance in my classroom). While we were there, we saw a little girl (probably around 6 years old) wearing the brightest pink tutu and leotard I have ever seen in my life.
All I was thinking was that you needed to see it. It truly was a sight. And any kid that brave needs to be appreciated, no?
Since I teach, and everyone I know is aware of this fact, I never think of how I might appear to other people. So when I pulled a camera out of my bag to take a picture, I considered it a pretty normal act.
Unfortunately, my camera makes noise when you turn it on. (Not anymore. Fixed that problem.)
When the noise was heard, the little girl turned around, and I felt rude not asking for a picture. I said, "Can I take a picture of you in your pretty pink tutu?"
Her father looked at her, turned to look at me, looked to his right down the aisle and then turned and said, "Her mother would really rather you didn't."
Then he gave me a look every parent has. The one that indicates that you have done something very distasteful. He pulled his daughter close to himself in the name of keeping her in arms reach.
So tonight, in the name of bringing you "Guess What I Saw Friday," I might have been mistaken for a child stalker. Appreciate my sacrifice, people. Appreciate.