His logic was simple:
Excursion is on a Friday + Mum doesn't work on Fridays = Mum will get chosen to go on the coach.
Childhood logic prevailed and I was lucky enough to have my name drawn out of the teachers hat. We packed our joint lunch-box and we were off!
The other Mum from Gareths class was my friend Karen. I got a better seat than her. She got to sit next to the boy with travel sickness... enough said!
The trip was an hour and it was to an old house called Tocal. It was built in 1841 on land taken from the Gringai clan of the Wonnarua Aboriginal tribe and given to recently arrived settlers from the UK. Convicts were sent to work on the farmland around the homestead and lived in small cottages in its grounds.
The children were divided into groups and shown around the inside of the old house and the grounds and were taught the history of the house and the time as they walked. It was photography heaven! I tried to be subtle and intentionally left the flash turned off as we had the guided tour around the inside of the house so I wouldn't distract the kids or our guide.
Out of doors I was less subtle and clicked away while the kids fetched water, washed clothes with washboards and soap and hung them on the line to dry.
Oh if only he could do his modern house chores with as much enthusiasm!