My oldest daughter’s second grade class has been corresponding with a second grade class from an elementary school across the valley; today the two classes met at a park for lunch and play, and (thanks to my mother-in-law’s babysitting generosity) I was able to go along. My oldest has been struggling all week, and it’s been difficult for both of us; today was a gift, because she was thrilled to have me there, and she snuggled with me on the bus, and it felt so good to be happy together.
Observation #1: It’s so much nicer to hear “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” coming from the back of the bus than “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.”
Observation #2: There are actually quite a few second graders shorter than my daughter. Who knew?
Observation #3: When a second grade boy runs up to his classmate and says, “Caitlyn! Don’t drink the milk!,” followed by “Don’t drink the milk–it has 18 grams of sugar in it!,” do you know what to say? Because he left me at kind of a loss for words.