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You’re My Cuppycake

Beauty in the day: he came into the office, a teddy-bear of a fourth grader, with a sweet and innocent demeanor. “Excuse me, but I need to call my dad.”
“Do you need to call him because it’s your birthday?” I asked, being the recipient of secret intel somewhat earlier via the dad that he wanted to call.
“Yes!” he exclaimed with a look of wonderment at my clearly cultic knowledge.
“Is it because you want to find out about cupcakes?”
“Yes! Yes, I want him to bring some cupcakes!”
“Well, Friend, guess what? You mom is going to bring CAKE, and she will bring plates and forks, too.”
He looked at me like I was a baby kitten, and then enveloped me in a big but tender hug. “Thank you for telling me about that!” he said, almost reverently.
Happy Birthday, kid. ❤

Summer School and the Part That’s Not

Beauty in the day: Day 20, and final day of Summer School 2015! Except for the not sleeping in part, and the not staying in your Jammie’s for the first few hours of the day part, and the not reading good books at your leisure part, and the not boating with your bestie on the lake all day part, it was a good run. Boing-Boing let me try out her curls one more time, and that got me a stoic-but-tight hug. And then another one. And a description of her lost necklace charm (“it fell down the adult toilet”), as well as her plan for replacing said charm with one at home.

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A Hug and a Serenade

Beauty in the day: Aaaaand Spring Break is but a memory. We got a new student today, a boy from across the sea. I brought him into the Café for morning line-up, and led him over to where his new classmates were. “Here is the spot that your class lines up, and here are some of your new classmates.” One such enthusiastic new classmate was all over the Welcome Wagon. “Oh, hi!” she gushed happily. “I’m the huggie-type, so if you need a hug, you can come and see me.” I stepped in and allowed her to give me a quick squeeze, thus giving new deer-in-the-headlights-boy a chance to gracefully sidestep the invitation.
After school got underway, I had an unexpected visit from a 1st grade young man, who was sent down by his teacher. “My teacher says that you will want to hear this,” he said importantly. He held what looked to be a note in his hand, and I reached for it, but he held it aloft. It was evident that he wanted to read it himself. I sat back in an obligatory way, ready for his recital. I was about to be treated, as it turned out to be a poem – wait, no, a SONG, and he recited – wait no, SANG it to me (insert Office Manager and Assistant with adoring faces directed at 1st grader). When I went to make a copy of his artistry, he called into the Workroom, “But hurry up, because my teacher likes me to get back to class.”
It’s Monday, people. We have more beauties to face.

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