Field Trip

Today I went on my first field trip as a parent helper since we relocated to America.  The preschool class from my 4 year old’s nursery were being taken on a guided tour of a local independent grocery store.  I not only transported my own child there but was also asked to take another child in my car since I already have a bunch of child car seats.  I was not 100% sure where I was going and have only been driving in the US for a few short weeks so that felt like a heap of responsibility but, of course, everything was just tickety-boo.

The store manager took the kids on a tour of the store, the shop floor and the back rooms.  It was cute seeing the wonder in all of their little eyes as they learned new things.  They got to see someone making sushi and were allowed to sample a California roll, they saw the machine in the store room that compacts cardboard boxes, they had a geography lesson about locations for obtaining fruit and vegetables throughout the seasons, they saw meat being shrink wrapped and they got to see a checkout in operation.  My 4 year old’s favourite part was getting to stroke a lobster.  All the kids lined up to pat it’s shell.  So much affection before it is boiled to death.

After the tour, the kids each had a shopping list to use as a treasure hunt around the store and they were each sent back to nursery with a paper sack filled with a pretzel, carton of juice and piece of fruit.


It was fun to accompany the trip and I got to meet a few more of the parents which was nice.  Best of all though was the fact that on the tour I spotted a display full of imported European cheeses.  I may have found a source of decent cheese!


Having reported in a previous post that my driving in America is going a lot more smoothly than I anticipated, in that it has been uneventful, I now feel duty bound to report that I caused carnage with my steering today.  Not in the car though.  On a visit to the supermarket, the smallest Pict decided he wanted a shopping trolley (grocery cart?) that was attached to a sit-in car at the front.  The length and weight of this thing proved a challenge.  I was doing three point turns in the aisles.  I was banging into displays (thankfully not knocking any over entirely), clipping other people’s trolleys, and I even clipped someone’s ankles.  It was atrocious.  Mini-Pict is now banned from car-trolleys and will have to put up with a regular sit-in trolley from now on.