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.
Beauty in the day: her mom was late picking her up. She is a first-grader, but a tough little cookie. Still, I didn’t want her to worry. After I reached mom by phone, it was clear that mom had completely lost track of time. “Oh my gosh! I’ll be right there!” I let Little Miss know, and she settled back in her chair, satisfied that all was well. We started making a guessing game as to why mom lost track of time.
“Maybe she was out shopping for super-cool stuff,” I guessed. She didn’t think so.
“I wonder if she was reading a good book, and her brain started growing so big that it was so busy thinking of inventions, that she lost track of time.” She didn’t think it was that, either.
“I’m hungry,” she offered.
“Oh my gosh!” I said, suddenly hit with inspiration, “I think she may have been eating an enormous ice-cream sundae, and it was so yummy that she lost track of time!”
I got a wonderful look – and then the stink-eye.
“I don’t think that’s it,” she countered, “but if it is, she will need to explain herself, and she will need to share a sample.”
Beauty in the day: a very full day at school today. We had a morning awards assembly that started the day off right. Kids were in a good mood, especially knowing that the student body award earned was a “Literacy Picnic,” which meant that lunch would be eaten outside on blankets, followed by reading of books, one student to another. Kids that normally avoided reading were reading happily. Kids were coming to the office to call their parents for blankets. It was a very good day for Literacy! One little guy who sometimes sings Spanish-Gaelic songs (or is it Irish-Gaelic?) returned to class with a long weed clenched in his mouth. “Back in my country” (I think that’s Washington, actually, generally further south in Bellevue – perhaps Woodridge), “we usually put weed in our mouth.”
Well, like I said, it’s Washington. 😉