It was a long night for Choir Director Miss Jane.
"Miss Jane, I don't like this song. I'm not going to sing it."
"Miss Jane, I have to go potty. NOW."
"Miss Jane, my dog's name is Juicy."
"Miss Jane, Conrad (not his real name -- are you kidding?) hit me with his rhythm stick."
And that was just in the first 15 minutes.
This photo, taken after the Little Rascals had scampered off to parts unknown and away from me, sums it all up:
That's the floor. And those are stickers. Attached to the floor. With self-adhesive. What little nails I had going in to tonight are now completely destroyed.
Not without irony, I just took this test:
I'll be ready for next week. Bring. It. On.