Henry's story was about a soccer game from the fall. It ended with the sentence, "it was the best day of my whole life." I like visiting his classroom. The kids are so eager to participate and when I work with groups they are sweet and engaged. The time I spend with them reminds me of the goodness that exists in people.
When I returned to the school at 3 to pick Henry up he told me he wrote me a letter during class. I asked to see it, but he had left it behind. He could, however, recite the contents that went something like this:
Dear mom,
I want you to give me money. I would like to buy soft pants and a football team.
First, I'll buy the kid some pants. I had no idea. Second, I asked him how much he thought a football team would cost and he said, "maybe 20 bucks for the gophers."
I think we are going to have to discuss the market value of a college football team. I don't know much about the footballs, but I bet it costs more than 20 bucks.
The kids are down in the basement right now coloring as I'm writing. Moments ago Henry brought me another letter that says,
Dear mom,
I like your coking.
He meant cooking. It was also dated. He's awesome. I think I'd better start dinner, though.
--maggie
p.s. Bachmans (no relation to crazy Michele) has minis. Get some!



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