My job was to drive Isaac to school an hour earlier in his shiny green costume ($36, the wife told me she paid for, hint hint), so that his teacher could prepare the performers. Then I was to circle back to pick the rest of them up an hour later. The kindergarten was just two bus stops away. A simple enough plan except it began to rain buckets just before I was supposed to move out.

When I say buckets, I mean the kind of bucketful rain that creates flash floods. The entrance to our HDB car park was swirling with water, and so was the entrance to the church kindergarten. I felt like Noah driving his Ark of one animal (my son) to the Promised Land (I may have mixed up Bible stories here).

After fighting my way through the line of parents also trying to drop their little performers off at the sheltered area of the church car park, I braved the rain again to pick up the rest of my troops. I picked them up at the sheltered drop-off point of our HDB car park while cursing at the jerk who PARKED his car at the sheltered area for his convenience. I was a very cranky Noah and felt like scratching his car with my Ark.