And you will not believe what one of my girls decided to tell me today.
As in . . . eight months into the school year. We get out June 4th. We barely have any time left to do anything except a) have half the class act depressed because they don’t want to go to second grade and b) have the other half act so excited for summer vacation that they’re kind of hurting my feelings.
This little girl decided to tell me this important piece of information today. I won’t say the date again but, let me tell you, it is way way way too late to receive this tidbit.
WAY WAY WAY TOO LATE.
I was at the back table stapling paper bag people to paper bags (I think I have plans to blog about paper bag people tomorrow, but I don’t really know now because of what this little girl told me and now I’m all discombobulated.).
Like I said, I was just stapling paper bag people to paper bags, minding my own business while my kids were working away and enjoying each other’s company, and this little girl came up and said to me, all nonchalantly . . .