Yesterday, a fourth-grader stymied me with the old "A man pushes his car to a stop in front of a hotel and realizes he's bankrupt" conundrum. Damn smart-ass fourth-graders.
The pre-K students have been studying folk tales and nursery rhymes for a while now. Today at reading time, a pre-K kid ran up to me with a Rumpelstiltskin book, saying excitedly, "Look what I got!"
I nodded approvingly and said, "Yes, that's Rumpelstiltskin. Do you know that story?"
"No," he said in a matter of fact tone. "I can't even read."
Had dinner at this place again (had the same chicken tacos) with the Friar, Palfrey, and their baby Crafty; and 74, Zaftig and their now two year old baby E.
Made plans for another time with Epalg. Got a text massage (and email) from Jaded out of the blue for the first time in almost a year. I don't know if I care to hang out with her, though.
I seem to be a lot less introspective these days. Perhaps it's the lack of sleep.