Bippity Boppity Booyah

Our school had planned a field trip a few weeks back that ended up falling through.  On Monday of last week, we got the news that it had been rescheduled for Tuesday.  We packed into the school’s shuttle buses on the gorgeous sunny (and humid) morning.

We arrived at a simple theater, and herded the kindergarten students into their front row seats to watch “Cinderella.”  

 Soon the lights went down, and the production began.

Being well versed in Cinderella’s story, Ryan and I were able to follow the play, though it was all in Korean.  Well, almost all.  A goofy, albeit entertaining jester/narrator/fairy-godmother (so it was a low budget production) attempted to involve the kids in a chant of “Bippity, boppity, booyah,” among others.  They loved it.

After the curtain closed, we stepped into the sunshine and had a picnic lunch in front of the theater.

After lunch, Ryan engaged in his usual game of tag with the students.

He allowed himself to be fed their leftovers.

And he allowed some nose smashing as well.

I stayed out of the dusty play area, and enjoyed the company of the adorable kiddies.

Too soon it was time to head back to school.  For the rest of the week, “Bippity, boppity, booyah” was heard through the halls at school.