Garage door fixed (for free and by 9am) by congenial handyman!! This handy male feels that even if my theory (guess) of the garage being non-architecturally sound is true, that the door and track are level and sound.
Worst Part of the Day-
There is an after school program at S's school and today was the first day she went for 1 hour. (It can be challenging to pick-up the tot at 2:15!) The program is called Camp Elm and the kids are essentially supposed to play, color, and have a snack. (No actual camping as Scarlet assumed). When I picked her up she was jovial, but whispered "This lady is a yeller" and gestured toward the woman who runs the K-4 Camp Elm. (Scarl knows I am not fond of adults who make a practice of yelling at kids--especially in a school setting--it simply is not effective or good.) I tried to brush it off as I could tell the woman had good intentions, but was possibly just rough around the edges. I told S. that some people have different styles and that is o.k. Scarlet replied, "Well, she has the style of a demon!" Zoinks.
Come on, Demon Lady, I really need this extra hour so my second born can nap in peace!!
Most (Semi) Inappropriate Comment of the Day-
Apparently a boy in Scarlet's class has leukemia and showed the class his port (long-term I.V.) today. When I arrived to pick her up from school, she immediately introduced me to him and told him I was a nurse and would understand the whole IV bit. As I was asking about the little guy about his diagnosis, treatment, etc. I could tell Scarlet was actively listening, soaking up all the medical terms. As we were saying our goodbyes, she put her arm around him and said with a caring tone in his ear, "Is this sickness why your eyes are sunken and your skin is all crumply?" I reflexively held my breath as I quietly cringed at her natural candor. (Crumply? Doh.) He replied plainly, "Yes, it is. One day it will be back to normal. See you tomorrow." God bless the 4 year-old crowd.
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I have tears in my eyes...kids are the best...love you Meg
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