Playing S.E.R.R.F

After a long hard days work, I travel 35 miles to my hometown of Red Bluff California. Before heading home I have to stop by my children’s school and pick them up from their after school program called S.E.R.R.F. Pronounced as, Surf.

Immediately as you walk in, you’re greeted by loud children talking and a bustle of adults and older teenagers participating with them in various activities. Every thing from painting and coloring to singing and dancing on the Wii. I’ve grown comfortable with this group of adults watching over my children. They know me by my ever present and loud children, as my daughter often dominates all the other children and her budding fashion sense has them captivated by her charm and beauty, and the fact that she is constantly whining about not getting her way.

Signing the children in and out in the many binders placed on the all to short tables. (the lunch room tables that fold into the surrounding walls…remember?) The SERRF adult sitting at these tables, calls over the 2-way radio for the children by name, belonging to whatever parent is standing in front of her. These SERRF adults are often wearing lanyards with keys attached to them, for the numerous rooms and lockers that they may need to get into. After a short conversation, my children come running to me, back packs in hand. With a hug and a kiss, we set off to our car parked in the busy parking lot.

This weekend I walked in on my daughter sitting at her computer desk in her princess room decorated in all-thing’s-girlie and pink. Placed strategically in front of her on the carpet are her many lovies, a.k.a. stuffed animals. She reaches for her Disney princess walkie-talkie motions to me to wait a minute with her dainty finger and calls out, “We need Leo the Lemur. Your mom’s here to pick you up. She stands up, walks over to her bunk bed and hands me a clipboard. It’s then that I notice she has a lanyard around her neck with a bunch of foreign keys.

(Now for about a week she has bugged me every day to give her my car keys so she can have them. I declined and had to explain to her why I couldn’t part with them but promised I’d find her some old keys she could keep. Unfortunately I never came through on this promise as I later realized I never held on to useless keys like my dad use too.)

I immediately stopped in my tracks and gave her the mommy-eye asking her, “Aubry. Where did you get those keys?”.

She quickly shot back, “From the prize box at school. I didn’t get in trouble and Mrs. Bliss let me pick them out.”

Against my better judgment I didn’t want to rain on her parade and take her prize away. I knew she had been working really hard at not talking so much in class. Being even more curious as to what she was doing, even though I could tell–secretly I just wanted to hear her say it. “What are you playing Aubry?” I asked.

“I’m playing surf.” She said as if the mere question was ridiculously obvious. She gave that away in the roll of her eyes as she turned back around to resume her play, uninterrupted this time.

Let’s jump now to Monday evening, me standing in front of the short tables starring at the huge green chalk board. Scrawled  across in yellow chalk it read; MISSING 3 ROOM KEYS IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN. (see picture above) Immediately in that moment I knew who was to blame, my sweet and innocent, all too grown-up acting, diva daughter, Aubry. I had brought them the news they were searching.

I approached the director and informed them of my findings this weekend as I walked into my daughters room. After the hysterical laughter, they were relieved. As the director was in huge trouble. The school was about to set out on a costly mission of re-keying every door to the school after not being able to lock the doors or set the alarms this last weekend.

I safely returned the keys to the director the next day and expressed my deepest apologies that I could. I asked the director how Aubry had gotten a hold of the keys. She told me, “Aubry got in trouble for not listening and was placed in time out in the directors office, where the keys were hung up on the wall.”

It’s sad to say, but Aubry is probably going to fall in to my footsteps and this post will more then likely be placed in the now, appropriately named, “Classic Aubry” category.

3 thoughts on “Playing S.E.R.R.F

  1. Yes thats my grandaughter she is just like her Mommy, when she wants, she gets, someway, somehow. but what can you say to that little cute face,,,,,,,,,,,,,

  2. I think I have a plethora of useless keys she can use. I didn’t know she wanted any. Very funny! Very true! and she deserves her own category.

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