As I was sitting at my school computer today typing up some of the beautiful imagery my little ones had written in their winter poetry, I overheard the after school program tromp into the pod. Usually I shut my door when they arrive so that I can work in a little bit of tranquility, but today I overheard a conversation between one of my kids and his friend. It went something like this:
"I can spell Mrs. McCauley's name."
"You can? It's looong."
I leaned in and heard my darling little guy list a string of letters. I walked into the space where they were working and crouched down near him. I once heard a student say her eyes were brown like horses. Well, this little guy has those kinds of eyes, deep brown in one light, golden brown in another. Horse eyes for sure. I told him I'd heard him spelling my name and I wondered if he could do it again. He smiled the windowed smile that is the hallmark of first grade and started spelling.
"M-c-m-a-h-o-o-m-e-i." he pronounced. "Did I get all of the letters?" He looked up at me, his eyes beaming from all that effort.
"You got most of them." I patted his back
"Did I get enough?"
"Yes, honey, that's definitely enough."
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