Jack officially has the best teacher in the whole entire world. I wrote a note to her telling her that we would pay to replace the rocker. Alex wrote a note to ask her if he and Jack could try to fix it. They came back with thank yous for offering to fix it and said that this was a great idea.
Plus, his teacher responded to his note with a note of her own.
“Dear Jack, Thank you for your note. I know you did not mean to! The next time you feel you need to jump, Ms. B or I will take you for a walk and you can jump all you want! ♥ You are my very special friend. I ♥ you! Love, Mrs. P.”
Anybody else crying yet?
The elementary school had a combined art show/science fair the other night. Sam’s seascape was on display. Also on display was Jack’s cityscape, which I think is amazing. The art teacher there is fabulous.
Jack’s note about his art: “I made a cityscape cologe. The weather in my city is partly sunny. Me and my mom are going to the chocolate factory. The chocolate factory is made of cement.”
You read that word and were either really excited or rolled your eyes. I am of the first school. Alex is of the second. I think Sam lands squarely in the first camp. He’s been working hard writing a report about velociraptors—and kudos to him for picking the most bad ass of the dinosaurs, by the way—so he was very happy when I told him that we had toy dinosaurs that he could use.
My only criticism is that he refused to build a volcano out of clay like I wanted him to. I think I must have taken this picture prior to him painting the clay green with blue ponds. It looks even better now.
(Leading you to ask, perhaps, why I don’t go take another photo. It’s all the way in the other room, see, and I would have to carry my camera and then upload the photo, and jeez, do you see the conundrum?)
We have this fun little book called Library Lion. It’s a good book. It’s so good, in fact, that despite the fact that we have a copy, Sam, Jack, and I have each checked the book out of various libraries without remembering we have it at home because it looks so compelling.
Unfortunately, when Sam checked it out, it got lost. Aside from the fact that we clearly really like the book and would like to keep it, our copy doesn’t have its dust jacket, so we have to buy a new copy to send in to the school.
Also? When we do find the library copy, that will mean we’ll have two copies of the book.
Quinn (the only):
Lest you look at Quinn’s blond hair and blue eyes and worry that he’s not actually related to me, I present to you what he did yesterday without any coaching from me.
The Cursed Dog (I can’t bring myself to write her jerky little name right now):
I need you to reassure me that opossums are really good at playing dead. Please? Because if they’re not, my goddammed dog just killed one about five minutes ago. I feel a little sick.