Those six years were almost epic and I say ‘almost’ since no deaths or serious injuries could be directly connected to any participation by The Parents in any planned school activities.
It was, of course, no surprise that all of Karlie and my friends loved Iris and Rain.
Many evenings there were classmates eating pizza at our huge kitchen table that neither Karlie nor I knew…but they somehow knew our parents and had been invited over for “Pizza Night”.
We didn’t actually have a “Pizza Night”.
Shall I mention that in eighth grade Iris volunteered to be a confirmation teacher at our very progressive Lutheran church? Sure, why not.
After the second week, kids who didn’t even go to our church wanted to join her class…and I’m talking kids from all religions.
God had never been so much fun.