I thought of a few ideas that seemed nice for Sage's English and Spanish teachers, but I wanted her opinion, too. When I called to her to come hear my ideas, and see a picture of one on the computer, she was deeply engrossed in an American Girls book. I had to call a few times before she appeared, book in hand and angry eyes in tow.
I missed the warning signals (or subconsciously ignored them...I have lots of practice at that), and began explaining my ideas. "We could give them a loaf of bread and jar of jam, or we could give them a gerber daisy plant, or we could give them a log of cookie dough to make at home, or...[I geared up for the grand finale that I was a little excited about trying]...we could make them THIS! And I showed her this picture:
The irritation on her face was totally unmistakable now. Sage she turned to me, practicing to be a teenager, no doubt, and said--AND I QUOTE-- "No, Mom. Give them cookies. Not cookie dough. Cookies. And why did you make me come in here just for that?"
So, there you go. There I go asking for advice from someone who's six going on sixteen and busy appreciating Kirsten Learning a Lesson.
I'm thinking next week should be "Mother Appreciation Week." At least I know I'll get cookies.
(Lest you think Sage doesn't love her teachers, fear not. Her interest in Teacher Appreciation Week spiked 600% when I announced it was bedtime. Suddenly it was absolutely imperative that she show her love for her teachers with intricate, hand-made cards. Behold the inside of one.)
