Thank you to everyone who shared links and spread our message farther (up to and including Puck Daddy and the Montgomery Youth Hockey Association). Also, thanks to all of you who Facebook shared and tweeted and generally made me a very happy person. You are rock stars, all of you.
I am so sorry Congratulations to Neala, who won my 8-session UXF class giveaway at Washington Sports Clubs! It is going to be AWESOME! Please, please let me know how it goes!
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I am so amused when my kids in different grades are working on the same thing at the same time. Last week, both Quinn and Jack were finding adjectives in reading passages, albeit of slightly different levels of difficulty.
I won’t subject you to grammar homework (although as a former copy editor, *I* find it fascinating), but I will give you the friendly letters to characters in books that both Quinn and Sam had to write. I LOVE this stuff.
First up is exhibit A in “If Sam is ever a judge and you are ever on trial for stealing a loaf of bread, you want this bleeding heart motherfucker on your side.”
[Text: Dear Phillip and Hannah Hoose, My name is Sam and I just finished reading Hey, Little Ant and think the ant shouldn't be squashed. I say this because if the kid were the ant, he wouldn't want to be squashed. Other ants need him because he brings food for baby ants. Also ants have to eat. They can't grow vegetables or fruit or kill animals so they aren't crooks. As a result they have to steal food. Ants have lives and it's not nice to squish them. Ants also have feelings, like people. This is why the ant shouldn't be squished. Sincerely, Sam.]
As far as I can tell from the story, someone squished ants. And Sam wrote a one-page essay on why those assholes shouldn’t have done so. WON’T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE BABY ANTS?! Come on, people, ants can’t farm. What are they supposed to do? (Hey, remember the ant farm?)
I also enjoy that the teacher wrote, “Stealing food really is a reason to squish the ant, but you do a good job of explaining why.” Trust me, you don’t want that lady to be your judge.
I’m so happy. I’m raising a liberal!
Quinn’s letter is more of an advice-bearing missive that ends with a sentence I think we can ALL agree on, regardless of our political leanings.
Poor Peter’s dad.
I am imagining Quinn reading the story of Peter Rabbit, eyes widening larger and larger in horror as Peter hops down the bunny trail to pie-dom. Quinn leads an emotional inner life. I’m sure he was very relieved when Peter returned safely home.
It is Day One of spring break, so I am off to figure out exactly what I am going to do with these kids for the next week and a half. You may see us at the American History Museum today. Cross your fingers that we don’t end up in a pie.