100 love and germs

When Laura turned in her project for social studies last week, Chris said to me, “What are you going to do if you don’t get an A on your project.” Now this is just so unfair. I didn’t do that project! Poor Laura had to write it by herself, and most of the time we didn’t even help her type it. I just helped format it a little. But I did find myself doing something a little new after she turned it in: namely, asking every single afternoon, “Did you get your grade on your project yet?” Even Chris was asking. Finally (said the teacher who’s still sitting on a stack of ungraded tests) she got her grade back, and whoohoo! She made a 100. So luckily we don’t have to find out… At least this time.

In other news, my Sweet William has a cold and has thoughtfully passed it on to me, as everybody who’s had the chance to see my Rudolph nose can attest. He is so generous with his germs. This morning before school he walked up to me and buried his face in my skirt. When I asked him what he needed, he said, “I need you” and sniffled. Well, what woman in her right mommy mind would not ignore the fact that she’d just been snotted to get a good hug? So I’ve been sniffling all day—but at least I got to wear jeans today after my little wardrobe malfunction.