Sports Day

Yesterday was Godzooky 1's sports day. All families invited to attend, cheer on their progeny and partake of a picnic on the school field. The sports were the usual fayre: Egg and spoon race Sack race Running race Bean bag relay race Running with a Quoit on your head race (I'm ignorant of any technical term for this) Skipping race and finally the Crab race (not a competition to pick up the earliest recordrd STD, but two children link arms back to back, then run sideways down the course!) Godzooky 1 put up a respectable showing, winning the running race, the egg and spoon and the relay race. His dismal showing in the skipping race was matched by other male competitors. They lacked the natural coordination and grace required to excel at this one! The Fathers' race saw me finish in the top 10, which I was pleased about. Some of these guys had started having kids early, so were in their early 20s. Thankfully I am nowhere near the oldest dad, so there were easy pickings for me too! Of course at his age winning is everything, and he didn't share my happiness at such a placing. I like to think I am leading by example, and he will come to recognise my effort! One thing made a lasting impression on me yesterday. All the staff gathered at the end and I noticed (for some reason) that there were no male teachers. The only male members of staff were the Headmaster and the caretaker. The predominant characteristics of the teachers were that they were young blonde ladies. Call me cynical, but methinks the headmaster is cultivating his own personal harem. I prefer brunettes personally, but yesterday I was beginning to see how a smarter career choice could improve my working surroundings dramatically!