Field Day or Sitting Day depending on who you are

So today was a field day picnic day at my school.  It was great.  I was in charge of calling for parent volunteers.  I hate the telephone.  (Oddly enough I was a telephone operator for a few summers.)  When I was getting ready to place the calls for request for help, I sort of felt like a really bad telemarketer.

Hi, this is sophanne from school, no there's no problem with your kid, I was wondering if you'd like to spend one of your last "kid-free" days running a station for our field day.  It will be hot outside and there will be many loud and over-stimulated kids there, what say?

After the first few calls, I realized that most parents like their kids, like seeing them have fun, and are more than happy to be called to help.  Some came that I hadn't even called because it's just what parents sometimes do.  I was overwhelmed and humbled by their willingness to be helpful.  It was great.  Go Awesome Parents!  You Rock!

And then... please tell me what kind of physed teacher comes to a field day, sets up his lawn chair and sits on his arse in the shade all day.  Because if you tell me (in words I can use), I'll tell him.  I may have to back off on the bantering with Chicken Bob because I am certain that that sort of bantering is unhealthy when you really mean it.

After getting everything set up in the morning, my duty was "face painting concierge"- making sure that everyone who wanted to got painted and didn't spend the day waiting in line.  What fun it was to watch the joy at the transformations!