Thursday, February 25, 2016

Taking a break--and sharing some sweetness

I'm taking a couple weeks off, so you won't see posts here for a bit.  I just received the almost-final draft of my upcoming book.  I need to re-read every word (again!) and make sure it's just how I want it.  So my early-morning writing time will be spent squinting at my laptop, adjusting words and commas and making little tweaks to the manuscript.  I like the work, but I admit I'll be glad to be out on the other side of it.

Before I go, though, I just have to remark again about how delightful it is to have a job where I'm surrounded by little people.  A couple funny things have happened in the past couple days that I just have to tell someone about.


Just yesterday, a kindergarten teacher told me that she'd been running late that morning, so she wore her glasses instead of her usual contacts.  A student skipped in the room, saw her, and stopped dead-still.  The little girl crinkled her brow.  "Mrs. Smith—?

"Yes, Livie?" the teacher asked.

Livie wagged her finger, scold-style.  "Do you have glasses because you sat too close to the video game screen?"

She's heard that before at home, I presume.  A lot.


A guidance counselor was trying to work through a problem with a student who does not want to talk about it.  At one point in the conversation, she just stopped.  Her eyes were big and she had a faux-stunned look on her face.  "What is it?" the counselor asked.

The student shook her head sadly.  "I'm sorry to say... "  She lets out a deep, apologetic sigh.  "...My tongue just fell asleep.  I can't talk anymore."

Good try.  I might use that one myself.


A teacher named Mrs. Ardelea was renamed by her kindergarteners as "Miss Awesome."  As in, "Hey, Miss Awesome!  Have a great day, Miss Awesome!  You're so pretty, Miss Awesome!"

Enough said.


And, finally, a second grader was sent to the office today for hitting another student.  I asked him what had happened, but—as is typical when asking a 7-year-old about such things—he couldn't reallllllllly remember.  I asked him to write it down.  This was his explanation. 

For those not used to interpreting the writing of second graders—not just reading, mind you, but interpreting—this is what he is telling me: 
I was playing with {another student} at the time.  I don't know exactly where I touched her... but... I might have.  It's because she's been mean to me, like, all the time.  But I never really had a physical reaction before.  
P.S. I have a sympathetic ear.

I love how he ended his explanation by reminding me that he's a sympathetic kid.  He was clearly hoping I'd be a little lenient as a result; after all, who could really be tough on a kid who's got a sympathetic ear? 

Smiles until next time!  I'll be back soon!


  1. Will miss your posts for a few weeks but am so excited that the book is getting closer to being published. Trudge through that copy edit so we can all go out and buy that book! Wishing you happy thoughts during those early writing times.

  2. I had no idea that you did this blog! How awesome and hilarious it is to read! And what book!!!! I am away from you for a few months and new, exciting things happen! When do you sleep!?!?!


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