Good morning everyone!
- All of the Above
Kayla’s grades from the week before come home in a red folder every Monday. Yesterday, she came home with one of the few not so good grades that she gets from time to time. I never get upset at what she makes if she was trying, but I do get frustrated when she earned her “not so good” grade because she chose not to study the study sheet conveniently provided to her at the beginning of the week.
When I had the temerity to suggest that she should have studied more, Kayla got quite cross with me. The test was multiple choice, and Kayla snapped out, “Well, she (ie., the teacher) should have explained what ‘all of the above’ means.” I asked if she had noticed that more than one answer was correct. She told me yes, so I explained that “all of the above” meant that all of the previous answers in the question were correct. She said, “Oh. I kept looking above me trying to figure out what the answer was talking about.” So, she either gets credit for creative thinking, or creative excuse making. My vote is for creative excuse making; what’s yours?
- Art Work
I got caught the other day. Usually, I wait until the dark of the moon in the dead of night, put on dark camouflage and rubber soled shoes, tiptoe carefully through the den to the kitchen, past the three or four creaking spots on the wooden floor, gingerly place the articles in a plastic garbage bag, ferry them to the outside trashcan while I hold my breath and then breathe a sigh of relief as I re-enter the house unnoticed.
What am I talking about? The multitude of paper that Kayla brings home from or creates during school, day care, and nap time at home. It doesn’t take long for a parent of a child in school or pre-school to realize that at least some of that paper must to be disposed of, or you will have to buy a new house with a room solely dedicated to storing paper. By now, we would need a house the size of the Biltmore estate! Don’t misunderstand me; I save some of her stuff every year, and take pictures of other items but at some point something has to go!
Sunday night, however, I got in a hurry and when she wasn’t looking slipped some posters she had pulled out of a coloring book (they were just posters, folks; she hadn’t colored on them, or done anything to them, just pulled them out of the book) into a garbage bag. I thought I had them well camouflaged, but didn’t realize they were face up pressing into the side of the plastic where she could see them. She tried to tell me they were in there; I tried to tell her she was mistaken (yes, I know that was wrong of me, but I was desperate); ultimately she pulled them out of the trash bag to prove to me that I was wrong. Sigh. The upshot is I have two posters sitting on my kitchen counter that probably will be there until the year 3000, or at least the next night without a moon!
Have a good day everyone!