From Daddy: This morning was Tuesday morning, and typically the first-graders go on a neighborhood morning walk to pick up bao for breakfast at school. This morning, he decided that he didn’t want to go because it was too tiring. I checked, re-checked, and re-checked with him, but he seemed satisfied with the decision. We arrived just after the first-graders departed and he was fine about that.
Because he had trouble sleeping on Sunday night–he said that dreams kept waking him–and he didn’t make up a lot of sleep last night, I understood his tiredness.
When I came home from work, we spent some quiet time together while Mommy cooked dinner and I asked him about his day. He said that his day was good. He was a little late for recess because he was taking a reading test with his English teacher. From what I got out of him, she gave him a book to read that he found to be difficult, but in the end, she was impressed that he was reading at a level higher than she thought. I told him that I was proud of him!
He enjoyed afterschool. He said that they played banana-tag, with the parachute, and “What Time Is It, Mr. Fox?” (though he previously called it “Mr. Wolf.”) I never heard of the latter game, but I read the rules at http://pbskids.org/zoom/activities/games/whattimeisitmrsfox.html just now and I read Wikipedia which says that the game could be Wolf as well.
Two years Ago
Four years Ago