My children's teachers

I have high expectations for my children's teachers: I expect them to love my children. And I've been pretty lucky. Bianca's in fourth grade, and there's only been one year that I felt that her teacher(s) didn't really love her and that was by far her most difficult year (my guess is our kids can tell if their teachers love them or not). Fourth grade is dwindling down to the last two weeks for the year, and Bianca is already worried about losing Mrs. Lloyd.

Portia has a cute pre-school teacher who I can tell adores her (really, I'm pretty sure she loves all the kids) but I know she loves Portia because most days when I go to pick her up, the teacher rattles off something funny or cute that Portia did that day. One of my favorites was the day Miss Melissa gave Portia grapefruit for the first time. Portia tried it and said to Miss Melissa, "It's kind of gross." To which Miss Melissa responded, "Well, I really like it."  Portia then said, "You like the gross?" I still smile when I tell this story to somebody and it's since become a joke at our house that sometimes one of us will "like the gross."

In June, preschool was optional. I opted for it since Bianca's in school until July 1 with her year-round schedule. We also signed Portia up for the "paper art" class that takes place after preschool so Portia gets to take a sack lunch. Portia LOVES this because it makes her feel big like Bianca. Here is a picture of Portia feeling big, holding her lunch box, and wearing her grapefruit dress, in honor of "the gross."