Making the Grade

Yali had discovered a new buddy. Someone a little closer to his age than the 4th grade girls at school. Speech therapy with another three year-old meant learning how to interact on a preschool level. And so far, so good. Watching the two of them sitting next to each other, one as brown as a cocoa bean, the other as white as a snowman, with hair to match, was a pretty funny little sight.

When the kids got out of school that afternoon, I asked Puck and Big J for their thoughts on the big states/capitals quiz that morning.

Big J thought about it for a moment. “I think I probably made 83%.”

“I probably got a D, maybe a C,” Puck told me. “Or maybe an A-.”

Puck’s Monthly What-do-You-Want-to-be-When-You-Grow-Up Status:

“A scientist.”