Three hours on a field trip to a 1800’s house and one-room school and all I could think about was how much I wanted a Diet Coke.
But then I asked myself, “Self, if you really were a pioneer woman, would you be desiring a Diet Coke right now? Diet Coke was not invented yet in 1872, so would I be sitting on this authentic porch stoop with my head in my hands, watching a pioneer SuperBoy run around the lawn and thirsting after a cold, cool, really cold drink of fizzy refreshment? I mean, if you’ve never tasted one, how do you know you want it?”
Self thought for a while and replied: “But I want a robot that does laundry and that hasn’t been invented yet, but I know very well that I want that robot! So I think it’s okay for me to sit on this authentic porch stoop and authentically desire a Diet Coke.”
Self was impressed with my logic and got her Self down to the local Portillo’s for a big ol’ Diet Coke soon as she could escape the fake prairie.
But really, we had fun today – the girls getting to dress up in their “Laura and Mary” outfits made by my mother-in-law. And SuperBoy getting to sit on my lap for a looonnnnng time while listening to docents teach about life in the 1800’s. I’m sure he learned a lot.
It was very Little House-ish to see the girls running around in their dresses…
Sing the Little House theme song in your head now:dah dah dah dahdahdah dahhhh, dah dah dah dah dahdahdah… no, don’t fall Baby Carrie!!
I couldn’t help but include my subversive mug in our picnic basket – it says “Votes for Women.” I figured I would try to get those 1872 women to realize their rights. Get ahead of the game on the votes issue:
p.s. I have the Little House theme on the playlist – if it didn’t play while you read this, scroll down and highlight it – it really adds a lot. ha.