Kindergarten Missed Connections
You clapped for me in music when I put all the recorders in my mouth at once. They tasted like the way a basketball smells.
Social worker, unintentional homeschooler, and freelance writer with work in Points In Case, Frazzled, Sammiches and PsychMeds. Lived in Belgium for 8 years; should have learned French, instead complained about the lack of tacos.
You clapped for me in music when I put all the recorders in my mouth at once. They tasted like the way a basketball smells.
Kid: I like your new shirt, Mama! Me: Thanks! Kid: I like how it makes you look like you have a big baby in your belly.
“Easy like Sunday morning,” she muttered to herself, tweezing another Lego from the tub drain.
“No one can take away your master’s degree” she reassured herself while looking up a word from her first grader’s schoolwork.