He's a Great Kid
The rain was back. But November rain is a little different from August rain. Basically: no storms.
I sat in the car for two hours on the school parking lot that morning after dropping off the Puckling in the gym with buddies. As I had walked in, his teacher’s daughter – in the other 2nd grade class – watched me from across the room like she was studying. Friday after class she had walked past me in the hallway.
“Oh, I like your hair down,” she told me with a big smile.
Ditto was buzzing with busy workers in the florescent-light sorting room where you just never really know what you’ll find. A favorite of the day was the big round red “NO” button that basically said “no” in a dozen different ways when you pressed it. Or the girls’ track suit with “Jeep” written across the front.
At pick-up, Mr. V.’s daughter walked past me again in the hallway.
“Oooh. I really like your hair down.”
Cute kid.
When Puck marched victoriously down the hallway to let me know that he had been awarded exemplary behavior that day, he began tossing his soft thermos lunch box and sliding on his knees down the carpeted hallway. We usually take an alternate route out of the building to avoid pedestrian traffic. Less populated.
Back at the Big House, he continued to practice his slides. This time on wood floors. With a few jumping jacks and push-ups thrown in to impress the grandma and aunts.
So El Oso’s and my first experience with Parent-Teacher Conferences was a twenty minute walk in the park. I guess they probably usually are. One of the biggest things I took away from the easy-going meeting was that…
“They’re going to be starting cursive in a few weeks.”
Given Puck’s current slop-hand, even Mr. V. had to laugh a little. Boys aren’t normally fastidious with the pencil.
We congratulated ourselves for a successful Puck-review by eating a quick dinner at the Lone Wolf Coffee Company in Ballwin. Of course I ordered a grilled cheese and a root beer.
When we got back to pick Puck up from the Big House, he was lounging on a cushion on the floor watching “Wishbone”.
“Mom. I don’t need any breakfast in the morning. I ate a HUGE dinner. I had the biggest salad in my life.”