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.
Last week, we are on our way to Washington, DC for a Harvard Reunion- (already half of you think I am lying or at minimum in way over my head) and I am already wondering best practices for faking superior intelligence, when I find out that 6 of us are going to be having a 7:30 breakfast at the mall