Parent-Teacher Conferences

Today I have a conference with my son’s preschool teacher. I don’t anticipate anything major, but it’ll be interesting to see how he is in relation to the other kids. I’m betting that she’ll say he doesn’t participate in music/movement. In other words, the boy can’t dance. :dancingfool:

Gee, guess where he inherited that one? I love to dance, but I’ll freely admit I’m not good at it. So it’s no surprise that my boy can’t quite get his groove on. Besides, how easy is it to dance to the Wiggles or Sesame Street? Yeah, not so much. He does better with Technotronic. :dance:

She’ll probably also say that he needs practice with scissors. I’m not touching that one. I know that when I was his age, I cut most of my brother’s hair off because I was “practicing” with scissors. I have no intention of giving him ideas. He uses scissors at preschool, and as far as I’m concerned, that’ll do fine.

Now my daughter’s conference on Monday will be another story. When my son was her age, he knew his colors, shapes, and alphabet. My daughter can count to twenty and sing the ABC’s, but everything is purple. I’ve never heard her recite a shape either. I’m not too stressed about it because I know kids catch up at their own rate. Still, I have a feeling her little report card won’t be too good. Yes, teachers are neurotic about such things.

On the writing front, I’m still waiting. I will confess that I am GREEN with envy :worthy:for the people who get The Call after three weeks. Or even three months! I alternate between phases of elation–no news must mean good news!–and periods of –Oh-geez-why-don’t-they-just-reject-me-and-get-it-over-with. I think my current song must be Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive.” (words slightly modified) Feel free to sing along.

At first I was afraid, I was so forlorn
Kept thinkin’ my book would come back with a rejection form
And now I’ve spent so many nights
Thinkin’ what is going on?
Is my book stuck upon a desk
Or is it absolutely gone?
Don’t send it back!
Don’t want it here!
Come on now call me now, my phone is pressed
Right up to my ear.
I want to hear the editor’s voice
Saying that she wants my book,
Or else I’ll crumble…
Yes, I’ll lay down and die,
I won’t survive!
:banana: