FizzyLizzy

In June, the fifth grade is going on a three-day field trip to a conservation center in Northern Minnesota. The permission slip came home this week and along with it the opportunity to go along as a chaperone. I asked Katherine if she wanted me to go on the field trip, fully expecting a "Yes." You know where this is leading. She said, "No." I asked if she thought I would embarrass her and she said no. I asked if she thought I would negatively impact her socializing and she said yes. When I explained that the reason I wanted to go was to connect with other fifth-grade parents and that I wasn't going to hang out with her, she acquiesced. But I'm thinking that her initial response of "No" is the very reason why I should go. Lord only knows what her visions of "socializing" are, and they'd better not involve any fifth-graders with a Y chromosome. Nice mom that I am, I'm toying with the idea of torturing her with the threat that she and I will be staying at my aunt & uncle's cabin just down the road from the center.