My Post-Field Trip Chocolate Dessert
Three hours, 25 3-year-olds, two subway rides (one during rush hour), one thwarted pickpocket, one naked artist, two aspirins. What does that equal other than a lot of elementary math? My first experience as a chaperone on the… field trip!
Yes, the very brave preschool teacher planned this outing to a children's museum to see the works of Hundertwasser, an Austrian contemporary artist. In my previous field trip experiences, I was the student. Mom always accompanied us as we traveled through our suburban Florida town in the glamorous old school bus.
Paris should be an exciting setting for a field trip, non?
Kind of. The excitement happened on our way to the museum. We're all sandwiched together at rush hour. The chubby little hands are clinging to the pole in the center of the car. A suspicious looking dude (who moments later will become "the pickpocket") kind of lingers around us. Then the door opens and… action! It started as the typical scene of pickpocket grabbing for well-dressed guy's cell phone. But all of a sudden, well-dressed guy pushes the pickpocket and kicks him in the behind, sending him sailing right out the door! Bet that pickpocket will think twice before he tries "blending" with a bunch of toddlers… Ah, the joys of public transportation.
Finally, we arrived safe and sound and didn't lose any children! The children seemed to enjoy the colorful contemporary works of Hundertwasser -- but were slightly bewildered when told that he used to like walking around naked. One little girl even said "I'm scared" -- she thought that Hundertwasser was going to pop up in front of us without his clothes on.
So after reassuring the children that the deceased artist wasn't going to reappear in the nude, the learning and games continued. Then it was time for the trek back to school. This time, it was uneventful. The pickpockets must have been at lunch.
I was getting a bit hungry myself… So after popping a couple of aspirin, I headed to my neighborhood café. Even at the bustling rush hour, today, for some reason, it seemed quite tranquil to me.