This is a big week in our son’s life. He is Superstar of the Week at his preschool. This is a major honor that can only be achieved through hard work, diligence, and having your name drawn out of a hat. All of the children have a turn, but this does not diminish the honor. When it’s your week, you are the only one who is Superstar of the Week.
The boy’s parents are not Superstars when it comes to thoroughly reading the information sheets he brings home from school. Instead, we rely upon him to keep us informed. This is ironic, as he seems to believe that his parents do more than skim the paperwork for the gist of it. He doesn’t like to waste our time supplying redundant details.
This resulted in a Sunday night trip to the store for materials, when we finally figured out that Superstars usually make a poster of family pictures to display during their week. The evening was a frantic blur of scissors and glue. Daddy ran security to keep the baby away from the project, on the construction of which, he so badly wanted to help.
I was the at-home parent on Monday of Superstar Week. When my son got up in the morning he asked if he needed a bath. Since his mother hadn’t left orders to give him a bath, I told him he didn’t need to take one.
“Yes, I do,” he replied. I froze in place. Before I could demand of this alien imposter what he had done with my real son, he explained. “I can’t be dirty if I’m gonna be the Superstar.” So, Superstars take baths voluntarily? This is the most important thing to know about the Superstar of the Week. I went back and checked; it wasn’t mentioned in the handout.
The Superstar is privileged to bring to school a healthy snack to share on Friday. We will have to ask for some advice on this matter. When I was a kid, healthy and snack never appeared in the same sentence. If anybody had ever dreamt of such a combination, it would only have been to remind the provider to steer clear of the lead chips this time.
During my childhood, we ate wholesome snacks. These were foods that gave us the energy and the blood pressure to stand up for the American Way. Ho-Hos and whole milk defeated communism. Could carrot strips and V-8 juice have accomplished that?
Sugar and salt, the cornerstones of my youthful nutrition pyramid, seem to be out of favor today. Maybe my wife knows of a magical food item that fits into that narrow intersection of healthy and delicious to preschool children. If not, we’ll do what we usually do: bring it up in casual conversation with some up-to-date preschool parents and steal their ideas without letting them know how clueless we are.
Being Superstar of the Week brings glory, but also grave responsibility. You have to be clean, and you have to nudge your parents into the modern age. It’s not all fun and games, you know.

Heading off to the first day of school in the fall. Who would have guessed that the experience would turn him into a Superstar?
Hooray for dads! We suck at going through our boys preschool folder. There’s just too much information and we can’t compete with the other parents for best of the bunch. He went to a birthday party at the firehouse last month for god’s sake. I can’t compete with that. Fun blog!
Yeah, topping a firehouse party is tough. I’d just tell my son that if he plays his cards right, his friends can all come visit him at the county lockup one day. How cool would that be?
Here are 111 ideas for your superstar family! http://pinterest.com/desireesdaisies/fun-healthy-snacks/
^^ Lol, see, there’s one of the people I’d be unable to compete with. Thankfully, Double Stuff Oreo’s are pretty kick ass!
That’s your mistake, Don. Even thinking about trying to compete with a mom. Dads can’t compete with moms; it’s right there in the parenting rulebook.
Ok, Desiree, I admit there are a lot of creative ideas there. Now all we need is a family member with the patience to make any of them.
Congratulations to the Superstar’s parents! Happy Dancing for him! He must be so excited!
He is a happy Superstar. I just hope there is no letdown when his term in office ends.
Wait till the Kindergarten folders come home with all the important newsletters, flyers AND artwork, writing samples, handouts and worksheets from the week, all piled into one folder by the ever so organizationally challenged 6 year old. Yeesh!! I am amazed when I actually know of something going on at all. 🙂
I said it 40 years ago and I’ll say it again: I’m not ready for kindergarten!
The problem with reaching the top at such an early age is that there is nowhere to go after that. Life plateaus at kindergarten and stays there until you retire.
I must have been a late bloomer; I’m sure I didn’t flat line until the 3rd grade.