'Mommy, guess what Tuesday is?'That's what I've heard over and over from Emma. With her birthday falling on Tuesday (today) I figured that's what she was anticipating.
Nope.
First day of fall. What could be better than that?
It just so happens that her birthday is on the first day of fall. Always will be. Unless the powers that be decide to shift the schedules of seasons. Who knows. They just might get bored one day and do it. Just because they can.
Anyhow, Emma woke up this morning and was thrilled that it was fall. I don't think she cared that it was her birthday. Until she saw presents, that is.
She had a bit of a rough patch at school, though, that could not be smoothed over by the cupcake cake she brought to class today. Apparently, when the teacher says no talking in line, she means no talking in line. Not even whispering. To answer a question.
No love lost. Just a little bit of second recess stripped away. Thank goodness because her legs were tired and she needed a break anyways.
No lesson learned there.
Seems like year six is keeping pace with year five just fine.
