The Main Principal

Beauty in the day: my Aussie friend came to the office with a bit of a predicament. He needed to share his Smile Chart, but he was aware that Mr. Jones was not in.
“Well, Friend, you can come back at the end of the day and you can show your Smile Chart to Mr. Miller.”
Friend looked (optimistically) dubious. I tried again.
“Friend, you know that Mr. Miller can TOTALLY do this, because after all, he’s the big guy – you know, he’s the Main Principal.”
He looked at me thoughtfully, and said, “Well, yes, and Mr. Jones is the other Main Principal.” – Change is hard, well all know.
“Well yes, that’s true; we call it the Assistant Principal.”
“You mean the Vice.”
“Well, some places call it that, yes. We call it the Assistant.”
Tick….tick….tick. He emerged from his trance.
“I suppose if Mr. Miller is the Main Principal, he knows how to do many jobs.”
“Wow, you’re smart, Friend! That’s exactly right!”
He agreed to return, and did just that at the end of the day. I sent him to check in with Mr. Miller. He was gone for a few minutes and then retuned, stood directly in front of my desk, and leveled a long look at me – directly in the eyes. I leveled back, not daring to back down. After several beats, he deigned to blink, and then made the following pronouncement: “He said that he really liked my deep thoughts.” – – – I let him pick from the prize box.
While it may seem that his very endearing spar with me was my beauty for today, in fact it was not.
It was the Main Principal’s message to him. I think he will ponder that for the rest of the day. 🙂

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Like a Wink and a Smile

Beauty in the day: little cuter-than-a-puppy limped – LIMPED, I say, into the office with crocodile tears threatening to spill. She let me know that she was HURT, and she also said that her dad would want her to go home if she was HURT. Because she looked pretty darn good to me, we got out the ice pack, and put it to work.
After a bit, I went in to send her back to class. She looked greatly improved, save but for her troubled countenance. She was dubious about this plan, but got up to go back. “It still hurts,” she said off-handedly.
“Well, but I just LOVE your hair! It’s darling! And those shoes – are they new?”
She blushed and posed…and trotted back to class.
Happy Friday Eve. ☺️