Recently I posted about Daisy coming home from school waving a certificate she had been awarded having 'acheived' the bronze level in the classroom good behaviour award scheme. Yesterday, apparently, one of her schoolmates went home with a certificate proving he had reached 'sliver' level.

The inner SF film geek in me that was so amused by

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the other day was also quite taken by this:

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I really do need to get out more.

My inner geek is easily pleased. I just saw this in someone's signature on an SF forum:

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And laughed.

Merriol and I independently, and probably for very different reasons (which neither of us have deeply examined), have always wanted one of those old-fashioned roller type school blackboards. Today, as a result of raw unfettered serendipity - and me carpe dieming at just the right time, we have one.

Holly's classroom at school has a brand new superdooper interactive whiteboard and because I walked Holly up to school today - something I hardly ever do - we have the old one. It was lying in the playground waiting to be broken up. The Headmaster was more than glad to help Merriol's dad and I load it in the back of the car. Now all we have to do is shift a light fitting, and a couple of notice boards, and build a supporting structure for it....

I just love the way my kids' brains work.

This morning, at breakfast, number three child who is not yet three, decided that his chair at the table wasn't high enough. So he went off, got a piece of paper and a pencil, drew himself a picture of a booster seat, put it on the chair, and sat on it.

This cheered me up immensely all day. A mood that was only dampened when number two child came home waving a certificate she had been awarded at school. They have a good behaviour reward chart system going and today Daisy 'acheived' the bronze level.

Last week we got a letter from the school announcing that a Fair Trade tuck shop was opening at break times selling, amongst other things, 'Fairtrade Raisons'.

These people are teaching my kids to spell? Grrrrrrrrr!

Another Short Scene From the Screenplay of my Life:

INT: KITCHEN: DAY:

Daddy is doing boring Daddy housework stuff. Enter Eben, aged 2, staring at something small held in the palm of his hand.

EBEN:
Daddy? What's this?

ME
What's what?

EBEN:
This.

Eben holds out a small brown piece of something which I take in my hand.

ME
I don't know. Where did you find it?

EBEN:
Up my nose.