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What Shape Is My Tunnel?

2006-09-20
It’s been kind of a non-day around here. Last night we went to Dusty’s school’s Back to School night to meet the teacher and hear her discuss her plans for the classroom for the year, beg for volunteers, and explain a variety of things including the disciplinary system.

I signed up to be an at-home volunteer which means I’m happy to help with things like cutting out a million of the same shape for her lesson plans or whatever. Anything I can do while watching Project Runway is good with me.

She stressed, ad nauseam, the importance of reading to our children. Which: duh. In October we’ll be getting a reading log to fill out every night to track what we are reading to them, what they’re reading, and for how long. The minimum is 15 minutes a night. Fifteen minutes. Could we dumb it down any more? I mean, I suppose this is good for those parents who do not read to their children but for those of us who’ve been reading for at least 30 minutes at a time to our kids since they were zygotes, this 15 minute thing seemed a little…..I don’t know. Not enough. And, I do understand that any more than that might send certain parents with multiple children into a tizzy of how to fit it all into their day. I’m just saying, maybe this should have already been part of the program to begin with.

On that note, and to celebrate getting a paycheck, I spent my lunch hour at Goodwill where I made out like a bandit in the children’s book department. I found:

Two Junie B. Jones books

Scuffy the Tugboat (little golden book; reissued in 1974)

The Little Red Hen (l.g.b.; reissued in 1982)

Richard Scarry’s Best Little Word Book Ever! (l.g.b.; reissued in 1992)

Where Are Maisy’s Friends? – lift the flap (Red’s favorite kind of book)

French Impressionists – Paintings. This is a little gift book with pages filled with paintings by Monet, Cezanne, Van Gogh, etc. Just the kind of thing Dusty likes. We like to interject a bit of culture when we can.

What Shape? – one of these books about shapes with photos of real babies. Red loves to look at real babies. This one even has the sentence, “What shape is Claudia’s tunnel?” You don’t see my name in many books. But, taken out of context, this sentence could have other – dirtier – connotations. I’ll leave it to you to figure out.

Okay, I need to go visit the massage therapist now so she can fix the pinched nerve and painful pain in my neck, shoulder and wrist. Perhaps I’ll have something more interesting to say tomorrow.

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