This winter hasn't been as cold as I'd been prepared for and this week has been unexpectedly warm, which has been nice. Until last night. Wind. Just wind. Brrrr. I feel like that could have been a nice haiku if a shiver could stretch to five syllables.
My kids are graduating next week. I'm not ready for this. I've only had them for three months and already I'm attached. My main class, Duke, is graduating and they will be going to elementary school and most of the will be coming back to ECC in the afternoon. I'll probably spend my Saturday putting together presents for each of them.
I have somewhat of a tradition in my youngest, most well-behaved class of asking the kids what animal they are that day. Tony, the most precious six-year-old in the world, started this by asking me if I was a crab after I pinched him to be quiet one morning. Today, Tony decided he was a shark, Philip was a dragon, and Olivia, taking an unexpected turn for the dangerous, decided she would be a cheetah instead of the usual hamster or puppy. Then they lined up and washed their hands for lunch. Tony came back to the line first, hands dripping and cold, the grabbed my hands and used me as a napkin. "Why didn't you dry your hands after you washed them, Tony?" "Because sharks live in the water."
