It’s amazing how fast tragedies unfold in our mind within the vacuum of any actual facts or details.
My youngest, wielding a piece of paper in an attempt to push a spider into the tub: “Excuse me, sir. Pardon me, sir, can I invite you to perhaps travel this way? Oh, no, not that way, sir. Over here, sir. Pardon me, sir, I don’t feel you’re listening…”. One of the best parts ofContinue reading “Pardon Me, Sir”
On the drive home from church yesterday, my twelve-year-old was a bit quiet in the back seat. The mom in me assumed he was processing some of the more inspiring thoughts shared in the past hour. I was just about to ask him what had inspired him the most when he finally spoke up. “YouContinue reading “Dresscode Loophole”
…his teacher felt compelled to immediately share his response with me – and continued to share his response with each class she taught that day as an example of what to never write in an essay.
With the youngest home with me from school for the past couple of days, thanks to school conferences, I’ve acquired quite a few new Thomasisms. I pointed out to Thomas a little 3-year-old carrying a shovel three times her size and working very hard. His observation? “That’s why they call them toddlers, not dawdlers. SheContinue reading “If The Teachers Aren’t Yelling At Me, I Must Be Doing Ok.”