We went to my sister’s house this weekend for the day. M. spent the afternoon running around with her cousin, A., who is six years old – one year older than M. As we were leaving, my sister told me that the kids had been fighting in the backyard. She said that A. had called…
With two months of kindergarten under our belts, it was time last week for our first-ever parent-teacher conference. M.’s dad and I sit down expectantly in tiny plastic chairs, our knees bent up to our chests, waiting for the report from M.’s sweet teacher. She’s the type of teacher who’s far more at ease with…
You may recall that M. has been expressing a good deal of passionate interest in a certain first-grader (an older man!), the apparently highly huggable H. M. and H. have been pathetically loathe to part at the end of the school day, when much hugging and forlorn professions of love ensue. However, I have not…
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