In the car taking Robyn to school:

Mom, when you were young did you have to do stuff like washing?
Yes, as we got older we all did stuff around the house.
I'd like to do more grown up stuff, you know, like washing and cleaning...
Cool. Maybe you'd like to cook supper some time?
You mean I could just cook supper any time I feel like it?
Well, you know, you'd have to plan it, make sure we have the ingredients, plan what to serve.
Hmmm. I think, maybe, I'd serve ... An Egg.

Yesterday was another busy day. It's amazing how much stuff there is to fit in with a family of five, even with the children still small. They're having Spring celebrations at Robyn's school this week, and the children made Spring creations. They were on display in the hall yesterday evening, along with a book sale and a bed-time pyjama-clad story-reading for the children. I could hardly be happier with Robyn's school. The things the kids had made were so wonderful, and the best thing was that they were all very different. The grade one's had made flower arrangements with flowers from home, the grade two's hade made miniature gardens, and the grade three's had made weird and wonderful creatures from vegetables. You can just see from looking at the display that the emphasis really is on individual expression rather than a nicey-picey end result with everything just so.

The girls loved the story-time, and Daniel kept himself happy on the floor with his puzzles. The story reader was a fierce old woman who bellowed at kids and parents alike for quiet. This was the first year they'd added the story reading aspect of the evening, and they hadn't thought it through too well. They had the kids on the stage to listen to the story with the adults milling noisily around the Spring display and the book sale in the hall itself.

I heard one parent declare disapprovingly to another that the stories were a nice idea but that the story reader had an Attitude. She did. I thought she was very cool. One of the stories was the Three Little Wolves and the Big Bad Pig. I hope I have an Attitude when I am that old, too. Here's a tribute to another old lady who had attitude. When I was a student, both she and I often joined Peter's family for lunch.