Wednesday, December 2, 2009
School was just as I remembered it.
We went for a pre-school visit, as the not-so-wee girl starts next year. It was all too familiar.
Boredom (mine), tears (hers), disappointment (hers and mine), and the faint smell of vomit (the wee boy in my lap).
At least this time the ingredients were shared around a bit. I never really got the hang of school. Hopefully the not-so-wee girl will find it all a more enjoyable experience than I. We shall strive to make it so. There should be a lot less random violence than in my day.
Artwork by Guy Landry