The Breakfast Club Part 3

Cocaine Princess here.

The little community I was in charge of decided rather than play Bingo they wanted to play Monopoly Jr. (This was before Mother Goose enlightened me about Strip Monopoly. Thank you. I will never look at Monopoly the same way again) and Clue Jr. Some of the smaller age ones didn’t want to play either game. They were content playing Lego and I helped out to create and construct masterpieces with them. Others had brought their Bratz dolls and were telling me their names and giving them make overs. (Those dolls are so cute and so very fashionable) Mr. Itchy Bite had a Mr. Potato Head to keep him occupied. I haven’t played with a Mr. Potato Head since I was a tiny spud myself. I had a kick out of coming up with funny faces with him. As I went back and forth between the groups several weighty discussions took place.

1. The Jonas Brothers.

Yes, I was able to name all three.

2. Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus

Yes, I know she is one person.

3. Transformers 2
Yes, I’m stoked about the sequel. (I'm twice as stoked about seeing Public Enemies with Johnny Depp!)

4. Ice Age: Dawn Of The Dinosaur

No, I didn’t know it’s going to be shown in Digital 3D

5. The Price Is Right

One of the kids is a huge The Price Is Right aficionado and watches it every morning religiously. I was quizzed thoroughly on the prices of a living room set and a crystal chandelier.

6. Britney Spears.

One little girl was all exhilarated about getting to see Britney Spears on her birthday in the summer. She told me her mommy had bought her a special Britney Spears countdown calendar where each morning she’d mark off the days.

"What’s your favourite Britney song?" I asked.

"All of them" she replied.

"You don’t have one favorite-favorite?"

"......Break the Ice," she answered.

"Good choice."

"You like Britney?" she then asked.

"I do very much. I think she’s an awesome singer."

"What’s your favorite song?"

I wasn’t about to tell a 7 year the name of my favourite Britney song so instead I told her my 2nd favourite, "My Prerogative." As we continued talking about Britney to my surprise a boy in the group said,

"I like Danny Fernandes."

You like Danny? Me too!" I replied.

"He’s cool."

"I agree."

All was going well until who decided to drop by? Only my most beloved person in the entire cosmos. Poodle Lady. She stood wordless with one hand on her hip for several minutes eye balling everyone before going over to the side wall. Taped up was the sign up sheet listing the names of the volunteers and their assignments. She lowered her glasses from her head and ran her finger down the list and stopped mid-way. Any guesses on whose name she stopped at? IT returned and IT spoke. I mean SHE returned and SHE spoke.

"This isn’t Bingo,’ she stated.

(Nothing gets by this woman, I thought to myself)

"Change of plans," I said back.

"You volunteered your time for Bingo."

(Technically I didn’t volunteer myself. My sister volunteered me. She babbled on)

"Your duty specifies you as Bingo caller. You had better be doing that."

(You had better be doing that? And she said it in such a menacing tone. Was that meant as a threat?)

"Do you see anyone complaining or expressing unhappiness?" I asked.

"We’re having fun," the former dictator replied who was playing Clue.

"Yeah Bingo is b-o-r-i-n-g," said another.

"Yeah boring," the others said in agreement and out of unison.

"You’re neglecting your duties and not living up to your promise," she commented.

"Who organized this fund raiser? Are they here? I should report you."

"Ooh I’m shaking in my stilettos. Good God woman what are they going to do? Ban me from volunteering here again? Blacklist my name?" I asked.

With my thumb I gestured for her to scram. She gave me one of her eerie look overs from head to toe, mumbled a word which I think was "hmpf," and left.

Another parent who was volunteering next to me said quietly,

"She’s a whack job."

Miss Curly got up from her seat and said she wanted to tell me something.

"One time I asked Poodle Lady if I could pet her puppy and you know what she said?"

"I have a pretty good guess but you tell me anyways."

"No. Her puppy doesn’t like strangers. I don’t like her. She’s mean."

"I’m not too crazy about her either," I said back.

And then a friendly and familiar face emerged.

"Good Sunday morning friend."

It was Froggie. He gave me a big hug and had a gift for me which I will get to later.

"Is there room for one more?" he asked.

"There’s plenty of room," I answered grabbing another chair.

Froggie wanted to join the Clue group.

"Did you eat your breakfast?" I asked while helping him into his chair.

"I wrestled up some grub. Your sis scrambled the eggs. I had a bagel and cereal with it."

"Mommy and daddy both with you?" I inquired.

"Yes. Mommy’s gabbing with her friends. Daddy’s not here. He wasn’t feeling well this morning," he answered.

Oh no is he sick?"

"He has something called the brown bottle flu. Daddy had a late night playing cards with the guys," he answered.

I looked at him with a shocked reaction.

"And how would you know that?"

"I heard mommy and daddy talking this morning."

"You really shouldn’t be listening to their conversations," I said.

Froggie paused for a moment and gave me this reply.

"That’s a matter of opinion friend."

I’m really starting to think an adult has taken over Froggie’s teensy 7 year old body.

Some of the 4 year old boys and girls in the group had signed up to play a game of soccer so I headed outside with them. I sat on the bleachers with Froggie beside me watching with the rest of the parents whose lambs were participating. I’m going to be honest. I don’t watch or follow a lot of sports. I watch the Super Bowl only for the commercials and I love watching The World Cup every four years. That being said I know how soccer is played. The object of the game is to maneuver the ball with your foot into the opposing net’s team. The children were scoring in their own net and being cheered and applauded for it. From where I was sitting they were like ants zig zagging all over the field. One even picked up the ball and ran with it and threw it into the net.

Thinking out loud I said,

"What are they doing?"

A nearby parent explained. The school board had adopted a non-competitive sports policy. Children can enjoy sports without the element of competition. The focus is not winning but to promote and encourage physical activity for the children.

"That explains it," I said back.

As my buddy was sharing his summer plans of travelling to Peggy’s Cove, "A" appeared and waved for me to come down.

"On your break," I asked.

"My break’s not for an hour. I need to ask you something. What did you say to Poodle Lady?" (She didn’t actually say Poodle Lady, she referred to her by her name)

"Nothing. Why?"

"She said you mouthed off to her," she replied.

"Are you kidding me?"

To Be Continued.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess