Saturday, February 16, 2008

I ache. All over.

Mom: 'Tu ne peux pas faire de l'origami en classe.'

Emma: 'I grecque.'

Mom: 'You can't do origami in class.'

Emma: 'I grecque.'

Mom: 'What?'

Emma: 'I'm saying "Why?" in French.'

Monday, February 04, 2008

About the numbers on those little fruit stickers.

One Wednesday in Biology:
"I know today is Friday...."
-Ms. F

Four digits: conventionally grown.
Five digits beginning with 8: genetically modified.
Five digits beginning with 9: organic.

Fruit stickers are a big deal in my house, as anyone who's seen the cupboards over the sink can tell.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Hey, it's groundhog time.

'I love watching rich people fight. I don't know why.'
-Mr. Z on professional hockey

Today was perhaps the most amazing day skiing I've ever had. In past years, on powder days, I'd tear down glades at top speed hoping not to crash into anything. I feel more like I'm flying now. I am completely in control of nearly every move I make. I can go anywhere I want on the trail...up, down, sideways, into the air. It's an agility utterly foreign to someone who can't walk to school without pirouetting across the sidewalk, no matter how much salt has been laid down to eat the ice.