Parent Teacher conferences this evening. Afterwards we ate ice cream, turned off all the lights, and played Slap Jack.

Her teacher loves her, as I knew she would. And thanked us for being good partners. Little did she know that I almost changed schools an hour earlier when Ruth had to identify all the nouns, verbs, adjectives, and adverbs on a worksheet. It was torture. At the same time, it’s good practice for me to explain things simply, which I’m not good at. So we diagramed all over our chalkboard wall, and to a grammar freak, that’s pretty much an art mural.