Somewhere along the line, I left behind the Teddy Bear Relay races and preschool craft parties. Now when I volunteer at school, I do things like walk the kids to the pool for swimming and supervise the locker room as they change in and out of their swimsuits.
Have I mentioned that my sons' class is all boys? Our school separates the boys and girls in class until the fifth grade. I believe it is a leftover tradition from the year when the original boys' academy merged with the girls' day school.
(Don't worry for Tuna Boy, though. Girls still have crushes on him.)
I have learned a great deal about boys volunteering in this way.
Mostly I've learned that I know nothing about boys.
Would you believe that a handful of them go commando every day? Did you know that their private parts (and whether or not someone has hit them in their private parts) are their favorite topics of discussion? Did you know that it is really, really important to be the first one out of the locker room and the first one in line? Did you know that "cutting" is the ultimate evil?
And did you know that just one kid can get the others all riled up singing "Pants on the Ground" and make the entire class late for lunch?
I didn't know any of this. My son never talks about his private parts, unless he's having a real issue. He'll never be first in line because he's too damn slow (and doesn't care anyway). And he hasn't the slightest clue what this whole "Pants on the Ground" thing is about.
He does go commando sometimes, though. But only because he's too lazy to find clean underwear and too fastidious to wear dirty underwear.
I guess I should count my blessings.