Bandaids

Apparently I'm not the only clumsy one. Opal came home today with four bandaids; one on each knee, one on her knuckles, and one (left over from yesterday) on the blister where she definitively proved that yes, her old shoes were too small. I am told there was a race which ended badly. She was more proud of herself than upset.

It was an easy drop-off in the morning, because when I arrived, somebody had just noticed that the class cockroach was in its death throes. Now, a cockroach in a magnifier is interesting; but an adult trying to explain death, pain, and how they apply to vermin, that's spellbinding. I was tempted to hang around myself. The teacher was doing a good job of answering questions like "Why shouldn't we hurt it?" and "Did it have to die?" but clearly hadn't really planned on interrupting preparations for snack time with deep philosophy.

Read to Opal today: Once There Was a Boy Called Tashi, The Well at the End of the World, The Pink Refrigerator, finished The Tin Woodman of Oz, started Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz

The Running Book Count: 462 + 23 (last year 1886 + 2)