
It’s taken me awhile to post this update, but I know you’ve all been dying to know what has become of the red garden chair I pilfered from the neighbor’s cast offs. If not, you’re here anyway so here is the mid-June chair shot. The colander I am using for a planter on top of the chair was also someone’s cast off. I picked it up about a year ago and told Curtis I’d plant something in it some time. So . . . here you go, planted.
And . . . a Holly-ism. I was driving Holly home from school today, and we were chatting about her day. “Holly,” I said, “Who did you play with today?”
“I played with my-shelf.”
“Are you sure you didn’t play with any kids all day?”
Louder, “I played with my-shelf.”
“I hear you. What toys did you play with by yourself?”
Firmly, “I played with my-shelf.”
“But what toys did you use?”
“Momma! I said I played with MY SHELL!”
“Oh, you played with Michelle?”
“Yes, we did art. Then we cut it and glued it. Then we played with her bunny." (On Mondays the kids get to bring a stuffed animal or doll to school.)
"Holly, where is Meow Kitty?"
"She's in my classroomm! She's lost forever! I need her, she's my special luvie!"
We made it back to the school 3 mintues before they locked the door for the day.
To be fair to my hearing, between the two classrooms there are almost 40 children with names that are oh so difficult to my American ears like "Ozgar", "Oli", and "Fabrizio". Combine that with the speech oddities of a 3-year-old learning German and I’m lucky we aren’t still having this conversation.