I'm Not Your Friend
Big apologies for not posting sooner. We've sort of settled into a routine and things are pretty status quo.
No real news as far as wife and I are concerned, but 5y's life is becoming suddenly so very dramatic. It wasn't long ago that one of her schoolmates, a boy that we'll identify here as Ratface, bit her shoulder. She was at a loss to explain the reason for his sudden rabidity, only saying that he bit her and that she was ok. No skin was broken, al'hamdu'lillah.
Then there was the time that a younger girl told her that she was no longer going to be her friend. 5y answered the rebuke by gift wrapping a Strawberry Shortcake coloring book that she'd already colored and presented it to her. That's the sort of gift that makes eternal friendship incumbent, wouldn't you say?
The kids eat breakfast and lunch at school, so we send her off with her little yellow backpack stuffed with all kinds of stuff to eat. She'd been getting juice boxes, but this last time we packed something extra special. It's like a drinkable yogurt. It's popular stuff with the Arabs- thin your yogurt with water, add salt and chug. She was excited to have some. To hear her tell it, she'd just sat down near the bottom of the slide and cracked her bottle when some boy, we'll call him Heartless Savage, comes flying down the slide, kicking the bottle right out of 5y's hand. I hate school.
It's getting a little chilly, particularly in the mornings. We're running in the low 60s/high 50s, usually clear, but sometimes rainy. This got us thinking about 5y and her getting to school. As it was, I would walk her to school (about 10 minutes away, uphill, like everything else) and wife would bring her back (I'm still in school when 5y gets out). That puts wife and 11m outside for 20 minutes for the trip to school and back. Uphill, in the cold, rain, snow- wife wasn't having it.
So wife met with the teachers to look at options. Turns out one of the teachers has a husband who drives a bus. It's not really a bus. It's a black minivan, but sometimes it has other kids in it, so that's good. For a few dinars a month, this young man, who we'll identify as Super Hero Black Mini-Van Driver, comes by to pick up and drop off 5y. It's working out so far. We'll keep it up through the winter, insha'Allah, and see how it goes.
We've mentioned before that when children congregate, pestilence proliferates. Today 5y vomited twice. She had a couple of homemade cookies last night, so it could be overindulgence, but it's just as likely that she picked up a bug. That put her in a clinical state of mind. Tromping about our apartment in her fleece pajamas, she diagnosed wife with a case of "Kydancy Largesse." That's what she said. We don't where she picked that up, or what it means, but 5y was convinced that wife had it. When pressed as to what the symptoms of Kydancy Largesse were, we learned from 5y that wife was looking "like a dorky frog," and that this was diagnostic for the illness. She assured us that wife's was a mild case. 5y gave wife an injection (she clicked a ball-point pen) in her wrist and all has been well since, wal'hamdullilah.
Keep warm!
No real news as far as wife and I are concerned, but 5y's life is becoming suddenly so very dramatic. It wasn't long ago that one of her schoolmates, a boy that we'll identify here as Ratface, bit her shoulder. She was at a loss to explain the reason for his sudden rabidity, only saying that he bit her and that she was ok. No skin was broken, al'hamdu'lillah.
Then there was the time that a younger girl told her that she was no longer going to be her friend. 5y answered the rebuke by gift wrapping a Strawberry Shortcake coloring book that she'd already colored and presented it to her. That's the sort of gift that makes eternal friendship incumbent, wouldn't you say?
The kids eat breakfast and lunch at school, so we send her off with her little yellow backpack stuffed with all kinds of stuff to eat. She'd been getting juice boxes, but this last time we packed something extra special. It's like a drinkable yogurt. It's popular stuff with the Arabs- thin your yogurt with water, add salt and chug. She was excited to have some. To hear her tell it, she'd just sat down near the bottom of the slide and cracked her bottle when some boy, we'll call him Heartless Savage, comes flying down the slide, kicking the bottle right out of 5y's hand. I hate school.
It's getting a little chilly, particularly in the mornings. We're running in the low 60s/high 50s, usually clear, but sometimes rainy. This got us thinking about 5y and her getting to school. As it was, I would walk her to school (about 10 minutes away, uphill, like everything else) and wife would bring her back (I'm still in school when 5y gets out). That puts wife and 11m outside for 20 minutes for the trip to school and back. Uphill, in the cold, rain, snow- wife wasn't having it.
So wife met with the teachers to look at options. Turns out one of the teachers has a husband who drives a bus. It's not really a bus. It's a black minivan, but sometimes it has other kids in it, so that's good. For a few dinars a month, this young man, who we'll identify as Super Hero Black Mini-Van Driver, comes by to pick up and drop off 5y. It's working out so far. We'll keep it up through the winter, insha'Allah, and see how it goes.
We've mentioned before that when children congregate, pestilence proliferates. Today 5y vomited twice. She had a couple of homemade cookies last night, so it could be overindulgence, but it's just as likely that she picked up a bug. That put her in a clinical state of mind. Tromping about our apartment in her fleece pajamas, she diagnosed wife with a case of "Kydancy Largesse." That's what she said. We don't where she picked that up, or what it means, but 5y was convinced that wife had it. When pressed as to what the symptoms of Kydancy Largesse were, we learned from 5y that wife was looking "like a dorky frog," and that this was diagnostic for the illness. She assured us that wife's was a mild case. 5y gave wife an injection (she clicked a ball-point pen) in her wrist and all has been well since, wal'hamdullilah.
Keep warm!
posted by P-Tribe @ 1:05 AM
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