The Results

So, the teacher conference went well. My son knows his numbers and letters. There were some weird things he didn’t know. Like the color tan. Um, okay. Didn’t realize that was a more important color than beige or peach. I can see it now. Color remediation classes.

Me: “What color is that, sweetie?”
Him: “White.”
Me: “No, darling child, that is eggshell. Now let’s practice ecru and periwinkle.”

Let’s be real. Most people really don’t care. I love that advertisement where the boyfriend is dragged shoe shopping and the girl asks for his opinion on black heels. To him, they all look alike. I can see my boy being the same way.

The other thing he didn’t know was where his ankles or heels were. So we’ll have to do a little more body part labeling. Point to your clavicle! Now your spine! Yes, that’s right. Shake that gluteus maximus. :headspin:

I’m glad so many of you enjoyed my theme song. I think I may add to the lyrics and see if I can’t get a complete version.

In publishing news, two agents declined. One said the historical market was too tight and I might want to try another genre. The other invited me to send something else. Ah well, I sent out another query yesterday.

Enjoy your weekend!