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[My boyfriend's pastor was teaching out of Ruth and highlighting Boaz's generosity to Ruth.]
Pastor: You know when you take a girl on a date, and you order the chocolate cake at Claim Jumper, and you know there’s food that going to be taken home?
Boyfriend (to one of my brothers): Well, clearly he doesn’t know your sisters!
At an extended family breakfast recently, #6 announced a change in his car-washing business: “I’m now running a holiday special. Instead of $5 per wash, it’s $10, because I’m broke and I need to buy you all Christmas presents.”
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Here are a few of my favorite ways to celebrate:
-Watching this video
-Drinking Gobena coffee (okay, not my particular favorite, since I don’t drink coffee, but if I did)
-Checking out the cool things that Lifesong is doing
-Hanging out with a beloved family member who came to my family through adoption
E.: “Fainting is [falsetto 'eh hee hee hee' noise]. Fainting is when you are so happy you just fall down.”
At a family dinner with my grandparents, parents, most of my siblings, and my Virginia Tech alum boyfriend, #6 decided to give some in-depth details about his last bout of throwing-up flu. Our protests were futile, until #5 piped up: “Let’s talk about something less sensitive. Like Michael Vick, perhaps.”
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Last week, we studied Thomas Gainsborough and landscapes in general. So when Friday came around, I instructed my students to paint a landscape. Some created lovely (for Kindergarten watercolors) bucolic scenes with brooks and hills and wildflowers. But I was not a bit surprised when E explained his mostly brown painting:
“It’s a volcano! With a one-eyed monster right here and a two-eyed monster on the other side.”
Our lesson on poetry included (what I thought was) a simple assignment in writing verse: four lines, at least two of which rhyme. Not so simple, it turns out. Here were some choice gripes from my normally motivated students, as they sat struggling:
“I could write three lines, but there’s just no way I can write four lines of poetry!”
“I am really good at writing Haiku, just not other kinds of poetry.”
And my favorite (from a student who was upset that I didn’t allow the word “lightal” which was to rhyme with “vital.”): “Miss C., if I’m not allowed to make up words, I can’t write poetry.”
“What’s your favorite cephalopod?”
But then, you probably didn’t play with a dead octopus at work either. Or sing a song about the Monroe Doctrine. Or include a stuffed rabbit named “Bun-bun” as a contributor to a group accounting project.
I love my job.
A. mentioned that it was going to be warm on her vacation because Hawaii is “near the equator.” Of course, the next moment E. asked, “What’s the equator?” I loved A.’s five-year-old clarity:
“It’s a hot line that goes around the world. It’s where the sun likes to shine most.”
