On School and Noses.
Elizabeth loves school. She loves her work. For example, she told us about the seven “compliments” of the earth. The day after she learned about the compliments, the shape of South America manifested itself in her half eaten piece of breakfast toast. It was magical. She is so busy at school, she says she hardly has time to pick her nose. It is a good thing she only goes three days a week, plenty of time for picking at home.
Charlie had a nosebleed at school this week. So now we know. He’s that boy. You know, the one that sits in the school office with a bloody wad of Kleenex. Every school has one. That’s my son! Dan asked him if he felt embarrassed.
“No.” He said, “Just sad. Sad that I had a nosebleed and Mama wasn’t there.”
I felt sad too. I don’t like to miss a nosebleed.
Miss P doesn’t tell us much. Just that she loves to smell her teachers. Especially, Miss Jam (Jan).
Miss P only goes to school two days a week, leaving her plenty of time to smell me. One morning a week, she spends with Patty. She told me she and Patty walked all over the neighborhood this week picking up boogers that fell out of other peoples noses. Naturally concerned, I contacted Patty right away to inquire about the activity. Patty claims they were collecting autumn leaves. I don’t know who to believe.