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For the Love of Cupcakes

Beauty in the day: she came breathlessly in to the office (she talks a lot, hence the lack of sufficient breath), needing my attention RIGHT AWAY.
“Ms. Nordstrom, can you please do me a really, really, super important very big favor? I mean, if you want to, or if you have the time, but it wouldn’t really take much of your time or anything, and I could ask someone else if you think it would be better. I could take it to class instead of you want,” (at this she brought forth a cupcake wrapped skillfully in cellophane), “but I think that might be a problem, and if you could keep it here for the band teacher, then I could come and get it from you this afternoon.”
I looked at her encouragingly, and was about to assure her that it would be no hardship at all, when she took a sudden sharp breath and looked up at me. “Well, unless you are worried that you might eat it?!?!!???”

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Pinkabella

Beauty in the day: she came in near the end of the day, Miss I-Have-Been-Here-All-Day-And-Am-Just-Now-Coming-Down-With-“Something”. I took her temperature. Nope. We did the usual – lay down for a bit – try going to the bathroom – have a drink of water.
“Well school is out in 25 minutes, so perhaps you should just go back to class and get ready.”
She thought not. “I really think I should just stay here in the clinic until school is out.”
Fine. Boring, but okay.
She came out of the clinic. “How many more minutes until school is out?”
“20 more minutes.” She went back in.
She tiptoed out again. “How many more minutes now?”
“17.” She retreated.
But then emerged again. “How many more minutes?”
“8 more.” She sighed. And returned.
Now she came out with a determined look. “How many more minutes?”
I looked. “4,” I told her. She maintained a serious, level gaze. And went back again. I didn’t see her after the bell rang – except for the pink blur.

Different Day Down Under

Beauty in the day: he was feeling “confused” – things here are a bit different than they are Down Under, it would seem. “Excuse me, but I am confused about Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I think perhaps last year we did go to school on his birthday, because it was on a different day than it is this year.” We had a talk about “how things work”, and he chewed on this a bit, and then announced that he was very confused about the next upcoming holiday. “Which holiday would that be?” I asked.
“Memorial Day, and it’s in May,” he explained. “I’m wondering if it will get cancelled.”
“Oh no, it certainly won’t get cancelled. It’s a national holiday.”
“Yes, but we didn’t have that one in Australia.”
“Well, no, I suppose not. But here we do have it.”
“But perhaps it will get cancelled if the people that do it get sick.”
“The people that do it?”
“Yes, the people that are in charge of the holiday. If they get sick, it would be cancelled.”
“Oh no, it most certainly will not be cancelled. It’s a national holiday. There is no one in charge – all the people celebrate it together – no one ‘does’ it. We ALL ‘do’ it.”
He liked that, and started to go, but then stopped and turned.
“In Australia they still talk about the Civil War.”
Time to go back to class – I saw a bunny trail looming. After all, the kid had a Guest Teacher today.