It was a warm fall day and we had the distinct pleasure of time. And a repetitive chore to lose ourselves in.
It was a warm fall day and we had the distinct pleasure of time. And a repetitive chore to lose ourselves in.
I am addressing my great weekly class of 15 little boys at the white board this week.
They are adoring and adorable. They are 6 and 7 years old.
This week we were doing one of my favourite subjects; pears.
A pear is voluptuous and full of a range of colour. I must like to make things difficult for myself because these little guys would rather draw army figures or monsters.
A note fell out of the pocket of my favourite boy’s pants and it took my breath away.
It made my heart race.
It scared the wits out of me.
It left me confused
It was this.