Five
My friend Evelyn turned five this past weekend. She's the younger sister of Duncan Jr. Both are the kids of friends of mine.
Evelyn begins kindergarten next month and in answering my question as to whether she would be going just half days, she replied: "Yes, but I think it will be very much reading and not so much play."
This is the same wee lass who, a couple of summers ago when her grandmother shouted a question off the cottage front porch to Evelyn's mom and I as to whether we wanted anything to drink with lunch (and we answered in the negative), chimed, "Grandma, I think I'll just have a glass of wine."
Anyway, I thought Sunday's answer about the pressures of Kindergarten should be made known to every idiot who wants to rob this culture of summers off from school for kids. If we can't wait 18 years before putting the young on the efficiency/productivity/global competitiveness/MBAs-for-all train, then we're doomed to, er, heck (Evelyn can read, thus the quick edit , and she's quick to point out indiscretion with the language as I discovered with my attempts to explain that it was her father taught me the word "shit" when I said it by mistake in front of her).
School's back soon and the tug to return remains still. (As a student I mean, since I get to go to school everyday now.)
Evelyn begins kindergarten next month and in answering my question as to whether she would be going just half days, she replied: "Yes, but I think it will be very much reading and not so much play."
This is the same wee lass who, a couple of summers ago when her grandmother shouted a question off the cottage front porch to Evelyn's mom and I as to whether we wanted anything to drink with lunch (and we answered in the negative), chimed, "Grandma, I think I'll just have a glass of wine."
Anyway, I thought Sunday's answer about the pressures of Kindergarten should be made known to every idiot who wants to rob this culture of summers off from school for kids. If we can't wait 18 years before putting the young on the efficiency/productivity/global competitiveness/MBAs-for-all train, then we're doomed to, er, heck (Evelyn can read, thus the quick edit , and she's quick to point out indiscretion with the language as I discovered with my attempts to explain that it was her father taught me the word "shit" when I said it by mistake in front of her).
School's back soon and the tug to return remains still. (As a student I mean, since I get to go to school everyday now.)
posted by Heipel at
8:56 PM
3 Comments:
wow, I think she's going to grow up as snarky as you. hehe
I have a five year old neice Sophia who is an absolute pleasure to be around. You never know who is going to show up at meal time. She might show up for breaky with her mask & snorkle and fins on. Or she might be some superhero.
Evelyn must be in SK, she's an old pro. :)
Evelyn is a really really cute kid...even smart...
love her so much... :)
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