i just could not resist sharing this bit before my ADD-riddled mind loses it somewhere, forever, in the abyss of, well, every wayward runaway tangent of thought that couldn't possibly hang out for just one more second in my already crowded brain.
*sigh*!
so, parent-teacher conferences were this past week for miss e's pre-school. parent-teacher conferences. hee hee. i'm a parent. and i get to go. and i'm not the one getting all the "could use improvement" or "enormous potential but needs to focus better"s. ah. i knew i'd be on the other side one day.
at this point it's really mostly fun and games (isn't that what being 3 1/2 is all about?) but miss e's teachers definitely do take their roles seriously and i give them credit not only for their commitment to {keep these kids alive} i mean manage to teach life and social skills and rudimentary academic studies to a small army of tasmanian devils but to do it all while ACTING LIKE THEY ARE HAVING FUN. wow. that's an accomplishment. personally, what i give them kudos for (and miss e's two lovely lady teachers in particular, miss b and miss t) is the one on one attention e gets while she is there, as evidenced in a handwritten note i was given during my aforementioned conference. i will likely end the post with it, as i think it just so adequately and somewhat concisely encompasses the whimsical nature freedom of speech can take on when related between two toddlers, in a playhouse.
child: "you need plates for the food."
e: "yeah, for the party."
child: "OK. here's some hot dogs."
e: "here's Scooby Doo. he's wonderful."
child: "yeah, we already have a cat."
Say wha?
-Changed Woman
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