Cinderella Wows the Primary School
“When I get married, I’m going to be sure my wife works,” my 9-year-old son at dinner last night.
“And not…” Insert image of him air-texting.
Okay. Think I was just completely dissed by my second grader.
I do work. It’s just freelance writing can be feast or famine and pay about as well as a good weekend’s haul from a street corner lemonade stand.
And if I worked outside the home, who would take Cinderella on field trips?
Just a quick look out the windshield before Cindy was placed back in her pumpkin for the ride to school.
My son asked for a turtle a few Christmases ago. This was about the time our pet fish Oscar, the Oscar, met an unfortunate end. I agreed to a turtle with one big stipulation. NO WATER. I was through cleaning slimy tank and changing icky water.
So a friend of a friend who was a vet — let me know of a healthy Russian Tortoise she had spied a pet store about a billion miles away.
That was that and before I knew it I was in love with her cute pokey turtle self.
And Mrs. Chapman’s reading class was equally charmed.
Some video action of her charming her sassy reptile self into their hearts.
What about you? Ever toted a animal to school?
