Parent teacher conferences were last night.
Dani (age 7) was up first. Her teacher (who has been teaching for many years) raved, “She is so smart, creative, impossible not to adore, and did something I’ve NEVER seen any other child do.”
There had been a wasp in the classroom and Dani tried to catch it. I’ve mentioned before that she loves bees and wasps. But that wasn’t the mystifying part to her teacher. Apparently, Dani had a conversation with the wasp and pretended the wasp was her mom.
I really have nothing else to say about that.
At the conference, we received a stack of Dani’s school papers. She had written a lovely note.
Here’s the entire message:
I love you. you are grate parints. I like you. You gise are the best peple in the wrld your nice I love you.
The note was almost enough to melt my heart, were it not for this sloppy, but sincere paper.
Things That Bug Me: Mi brasis, my sistr, mom, my brudr, scool, homwrk, and soop
I inquired about the soop.
“What did you mean by soop.”
“You know that cheesy soup you make?”
“With the vegetables? I thought you loved that.”
“No. It bugs me.”
I know what I’ll be making for dinner next week. Mooah-ha-ha.
Grumpy Grateful Mom Goal of the Day: Appreciating my unique kiddos.