Sing it with La Mom:
I think of all the education that I missed.
But then my homework was never quite like this.
Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I’m hot for teacher.
I got it bad, so bad, I’m hot for teacher.
Oh oui, all the mommies were hot for our CPR teacher this morning.
Today’s playgroup hostess had the fantastique idea of inviting le hottest doctor in Paris to give us a private CPR lesson while the kids played.
Before getting down to business, we shared a morning snack of café au lait and croissants with Dr. Hot.
(Sidebar: Actually, nobody ate their croissants. Everyone held them in their napkins because we were too busy chatting up the hot Doc to eat. Truth be told, nobody wanted to take the chance of having crossiant flakes stick to our lipstick unknowingly – hate when that happens!)
Then it was education time. The room fell silent the minute Dr. Hot stood up in front of everybody with his baby mannequin. He had us from the moment he said, “Cardiopulmonary”.
(Sidebar: Can playgroups get any better than this? I get to see friends for two hours, let my French Fries run around someone else’s apartment and mess it up, binge on delicious French pastries, and then to top it off – stare at the cutest doctor in Paris?)
When Dr. Hot came to see the moms individually to check on our CPR skills, I’ll admit it (even if the other moms won’t), I pretended not to get the hang of it just so I could hang out with him a few minutes longer. Then we all broke into little groups of two or three moms to practice our resuscitation techniques.
What we were really doing was going into cardiac arrest and plotting to ditch our current docs in order to see Dr. Hot every time our kids get sick! In fact, my group’s conversation went something like this…
La Mom: Dr. Hot is such a cutie. We need to have monthly CPR refresher courses just so we can see him!
Seattle Mom: I’m going to check him out on Facebook to see if he’s married.
Miami Mom: Maybe you should poke him and say thanks for today’s class.
Seattle Mom: Great idea, I will poke him.
London Mom: Oh just admit it, what you really want is for him to poke you!
La Mom is an American mom living in Paris (16th arrondissement) for over a decade. She has a French husband (Big Cheese) and two French Fries (Big Fry & Small Fry). Visit her blog athttp://lamomparis.blogspot.com.