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Oops…I Neglected to Bring My Son to Preschool Art Night
How was I supposed to know kids were invited?
I bounded through the preschool parking lot, pumped for my two-year-old son’s Art Exploration Night.
Though I saw sets of parents holding their kids’ hands, I chalked that up to the silent epidemic of Bringer Parenting: parents who bring their children everywhere as though the family’s been Gorilla-glued together. They travel as a group even when the school gently says to please leave children at home and, less gently, that “no childcare will be provided.”
I entered the school’s courtyard, still confident of my moral superiority over these parents. A table that featured plastic glasses filled with Trader Joe’s white wine beckoned. This Art Exploration Night was going to be lit.
But then the rest of the scene hit me like a ton of LEGO bricks.
There were toddlers everywhere.
All of them were so excited I worried they might explode like Violet Beauregarde in Willy Wonka. They led their grown-ups by the arms toward their classrooms, eager to show off their Cubist creations made with Amazon boxes and cutouts from Oprah Magazine and National Geographic.
