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Personal Narrative: Parent Cafés

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I don 't remember if I told you, I met a lady at Grant Beach Park last weekend after my son 's soccer game who works at the Fairbanks. They want to see if I can meet Monday at 10 a.m. to see the material for Parent Cafés, is it okay if I meet with them or would you like to be there too? I 'll be done and make it in time for this staff meeting at noon.

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