Eithne said to me, “Ugh.. it was Pie Day at school.”
She works as a Teachers Aide for special needs kids (in a school district un-named to protect her identity… hee hee). And she’s been complaining over her weight forever. I moan about my intake of Girl Scout Cookie Thin Mints (thank GOD they only come out once a year!) and in response she moaned to me about Pie Day.
I just stared at her imagining people just deciding to bring pies to school. “Why would anyone have a Pie Day?”
“It’s March 14th” she told me. As if that answered it.
Rolling my eyes, I gave her my best, “what the f*&%k” look.
“March 14,” she said with exasperation. “three, fourteen. three point one four… get it?”
And bam… I so got it. And began to giggle. The numeric Pie…. 3.14 celebrated at school with PIES! Pie Day!
“Bad enough I had to eat it at school,” Eithne whined on, “but my girls just HAD to bring some to their class. I had to BAKE!”
God, I’m glad I have boys!