My UN Day

Yesterday was UN Day (It's not actually UN Day, that's just the day it was observed). This is a totally awesome “holiday” that my kids’ school pulls off every year. It’s a way to celebrate the diversity of the school and to gorge yourself on fabulous Asian food.

Some may argue that it's a way to promote your country through propaganda (my son came home with pens from 3 different nations, coins, and flag pins and last year he had nothing but good things to say about the country with the blue and white flag - a special prize for the first one who knows it), but I say diversity. We're celebrating our diversity! To say nothing of the pens I'm ordering for our table to give away next year. It's all about diversity.

When we awakened, Seth was so excited. “I have to wear a shirt with the flag of my country!” He says it this way because he really has no flipping idea what his country is. In school, they were making the hats to wear for UN Day to represent their countries and my son made a Polish flag hat. Yeah, we’re not Polish.

So, I dug through Seth's wardrobe thinking for sure that like all good Americans we have the Old Navy American flag T-shirts. Yeah, we do. For Toby and Blaise and Dylan and Pamela. Seth and I do not have these (and ironically we were the only ones born OUTSIDE the United States). So I dug through Pamela's wardrobe and found an old t-shirt that says “America” on it. Yeah, that’ll work.

So I sent my 5 year old BOY to school wearing a girl’s “America” T-shirt. Hey, at least it didn’t have sequins. Wait! No, it didn't have sequins. (Dodged that bullet)

I asked him, “Would you like me to paint a flag on your face?”

He said, “Um, YEAH!”

So I painted a 10 striped, 15 starred American flag on his cheek. Don’t judge me.

That's a B'Merican flag, y'all.

I asked Pamela “Would you like a flag painted on your face?”

She said, “No, thanks. I’m good.”

Moody teenager.

Then, even though Toby doesn’t go to the same school, I asked Toby.

He responded, “you’re completely insane if you think I want that crap on my face No.” Toby’s not a big fan of the face paint.

So we have Seth, in his girls’ America shirt and blue jeans with a baseball cap and a flag painted on his face. How much do you want to bet he will tell people he’s from Poland?

And Pamela, who does have a flag t-shirt, comes down wearing a pink, white and blue striped shirt.

I said, “So you’re the pacifist American?”

I dressed in a red blouse (‘cause I have a kick ass red blouse) and a lapis and pearl necklace. ‘Cause I’m all about being patriotic (even though I can’t stand the way red and blue look together, can’t we change it to blue and orange?).

I realize I look totally creepy in this picture. You see, I'm taking this film class and right now we're studying German expressionism. Well, I'm German (1/4 anyway) and this is my expressionism. Not really, it's just the best I could do with available light and a mirror, but I had you going right?

The day got better,but I'm going to make you wait. I have to keep you coming back right?