I met Anna’s summer teachers today. Anna’s had them as subs in the past and likes them just fine. I was explaining to them I was bummed that her best friend, Karma, won’t be in the same class this summer. As I was carrying on about how they’ve been together since babies, love to hold hands and lots of sweet hugs, and Anna talks about her all the time, they empathized and promised she’ll have fun in the new classroom. Anna interrupted and looked up at me, “Mom, can I go PLAY?”

 

OK so maybe she’ll be fine.

 

A few of her friends did go to the new room with her. And even some old friends she hasn’t seen all year from a previous class. One of the kids, unfortunately, is the one little boy who gets on BOTH our nerves the most. That kid hangs on me and tries to get hugs from me quicker than my own daughter can get to me! Annoyingly, he is not about personal space, and both Anna and I ARE. Blahhh, what am I supposed to do, come off like a jerk: uh, get this kid OFF me!

 

Summer fun.

 

The past two times now, as Paul tells us goodbye and on the way to the door in the morning, Anna shouts: “Go make some MONEY!” What, I’ve only said it like once, jokingly, in her whole child life. And it was several months ago! Oh how they store that stuff away for later.