To Tell the Tooth

Beauty in the day: another tooth sacrificed to the Tooth Fairy. He came in with a wide smile, and the teeny-tiny-itty-bitty tooth in his hand.
“Ms. Nordstrom! I lost another tooth!”
“You mean, you made a fake tooth to try and fool me?” 😉
“It’s not fake! Look!” He showed me the gap in his mouth.
“My goodness! You painted your tooth black to look like you lost your tooth! Whatever will be next? How far will you go to get attention?”
He pushed his tongue through the gap to prove it’s authenticity.
“Oh my goodness! You’ve created an optical illusion to fool me!”
He grinned and shook his head back and forth. “Ms. Nordstrom, you’re not going to fool me.”
We picked a tooth necklace together.

Golden Girl

Beauty in the day: God usually shows up in my car. On the way to work. He reminds me of stuff – blessings, mostly. A lot of the time, those blessings are attached to some hard trials. There’s gold to be had, folks. If I cry on the way to work, that’s usually because I found the gold.

She’s Got Skills

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Beauty in the day: rest assured, your kids are under the tutelage of professionals, folks. I know a teacher who has the same affinity for arachnids that I do (that would be a “0” on a scale from 1 to 10). I received a text from her today, this First Day of Summer School, that read, “Trying to keep my cool…..”, accompanied by the picture below.
I’ll bet the kids didn’t even know it was there. THAT’S called PROFESSIONALISM.
COMMITMENT.
DEDICATION.
REFUSAL TO CRUNCH WHEN CHILDREN ARE PRESENT.
*it should also be noted here that said text was assuredly a call for assistance; the day was so busy, I never saw it.

*epilogue:   said teacher, devoid of assistance from the Office Personnel, taught the offending arachnid how to spin math stories into her web. Note: No pigs were employed in this exercise, but a few corgis were used as inspiration. News at 11.

Moonstruck

Beauty in the day: some of you may be unaware that today is a full moon. I am not unaware of this. I am very aware of this. I mean, I work in a school, so….
But, if there were any lingering doubts in my mind as to the accuracy of the moon phase app on my phone (there aren’t any), there are 4 children on my street who have decided to engage in a game of “Howl For as Long as You Can And Keep On Doing It”. For the record, they are pretty darn good at it.

You Don’t Tug on Superman’s Cape

Beauty in the day: the ever-popular Super-Hero Prize Tickets made a new conquest today. The happy young man came to choose an acceptable prize, and discovered that the odd little rubbery “flying super heroes” were actually a pretty fun deal, based on the descriptive given to him by his paraeducator. It involved pulling the ends in opposite directions, and launching the hero through the air. He grabbed it with great enthusiasm. As they prepared to depart back to the classroom, his para was overheard to say, “So, would flying this toy in the classroom be an unexpected thing, or an expected thing?” I honestly saw the wheels turning in technicolor, and the process took at least 10 full seconds. He looked at her then and gave his answer. “Unexpected.” She smiled at him, satisfied, and as they walked away, the rubber super hero was slipped into his pocket quietly.
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