Monday, August 23, 2010
What does she need me for, anyway?
Well Pippi's a fourth-grader. She's an old pro when it comes to getting out the door and off to school. I trained her to be that way, and after she left this morning I felt an odd mixture of pride and regret as I realized that the only thing she needed me for was to find her bicycle lock. Last night she told me she was planning on packing her own lunch this year because I was so "busy with Bardo and Boo." And pack it she did. Twice. She packed it once after dinner, and then again before bed because Bardo had eaten it while I was tending Boo in the bath. Hopefully someday he'll be a little more sensitive...or learn to make his own sandwich.
She had a great day even though someone rudely laughed at our last name during roll call.