Beauty in the day: I don’t think she had permission to come in from recess, but there she was.
“I would like some magical powers.”
“Oh, er….I’m sorry?”
“Can you please give me some magical powers?”
Really? Who let her in…..?
“I’m sorry, but you can’t just come in here and ask for magical powers. It doesn’t work that way.”
“Have you filled out an application? You have to fill out an application form. It takes a bit of time, and after the application is submitted, there is an investigation to see if you qualify.”
Shifty eyes; no response.
“I can’t simply hand out magical powers. You need an application. Or,” – the “or” interested her.
“…you can go back outside and see if you can find some magic on your own.”
She decided to wing it in her own.
Beauty in the day: still not sure how this happens….
He came into the office and addressed Miss Kit. “My socks got wet.”
Miss Kit investigated. “Were you jumping in the puddles?”
He confirmed that he was. This is quite a thought, since we live in the Pacific Northwest, and on normal days we don’t see this one. Yet now, in the freezing temps,here we are.
I am not very good at the “one eyebrow raised in irony” expression, but since you can’t see me, you can simply assume I’m doing it well.
Just then, another tyke entered to speak with Miss Kit.
“My sock got wet.” My eyebrow is already raised, and remains that way while Miss Kit investigates again, with the same result.
(It should be noted here, that Miss Kit gave the following instructions: “Go to the bathroom, take off your socks, wring them out, and get some paper towels and try to dry them off as well as you can.” – I muffle a silent “lol”, which sort of negates what a “lol” is, but this is what happens, regardless.)
A good length of time goes by, and we are trying to be efficient in the office. Miss Kit has now gone home, and I get a visit from a once-upon-a-time spanish-gaelic singer who, because, why not – claims to have wet socks.
I am officially getting good at the eyebrow thing.