On a Drum Roll

Yesterday after I picked up Claire from school--all my "Claire-isms" start like this, for she is always so talkative then--she told me she likes that I'm one of the last parents to come for pick-up. She and I have discussed many times how I don't like to sit in the traffic cluster at the school, so I come toward the end of the pick-up time to avoid the jam.

Well, yesterday I didn't think I had come as late as I sometimes do, so I asked Claire why so few kids were left at that earlier time. She replied quickly, "The fifth-graders were on a drum roll--"

"A what?" I interjected.

"A drum roll--they were picked up so fast today!"