Happy Thanksgiving from modern Pilgrims and Native Americans
Submitted by Debra on Wednesday, 26 November 2008
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Things I learned from a day at kindergarten:
It's amazing how quiet 40 5-year-olds can be, with no more warning than the tinkling of a bell like the ones that used at hotel desks. I must invest in one.
Looking at the homework project on the walls, it's obvious which ones represent Black Hawks fluttering around and which parents heartlessly let the kids do it on their own. I'm in the latter category. The class split appears to be about 50-50.
When offered a choice of desserts, frosted cookies win hands-down. Pumpkin pie is a distant second. Apple pie, a none-starter.
It's amazing how quiet 40 5-year-olds can be, with no more warning than the tinkling of a bell like the ones that used at hotel desks. I must invest in one.
Looking at the homework project on the walls, it's obvious which ones represent Black Hawks fluttering around and which parents heartlessly let the kids do it on their own. I'm in the latter category. The class split appears to be about 50-50.
When offered a choice of desserts, frosted cookies win hands-down. Pumpkin pie is a distant second. Apple pie, a none-starter.
There’s often a reason why Big Guy does the seemingly quirky things he does. A reason that makes sense only in his 5-year-old brain, but a reason nonetheless.
I usually don’t question, because if it’s genuinely ...
Parties in the park seem to be the rage around here of late – a rage that will be over by the time Big Guy’s birthday rolls around in 103-degree July – and today’s was ...
