Hard to believe that there is only one more day of summer vacation left. It's tempting to look at all the things I have not accomplished and to wish for more wide-open days of sleeping in, movies, and food trucks. In fact, today at the pool I let my reluctance slip a bit when I was talking to six-year-old Savannah.
"Are you excited about school starting? Is first grade going to be great?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
"Oh yes!" she said.
"I'm not that excited," I told her.
She was confused. "Why?"
"Because school is a lot of work," I replied. "I might just like to sleep late and go to the pool every day instead. How about you?"
If I was looking for an ally, I was in the wrong place. "School's not hard!" she scoffed. "It's really fun... maybe even more fun than the pool."
I sighed and nodded because I knew she was right.
"Are you excited about school starting? Is first grade going to be great?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
"Oh yes!" she said.
"I'm not that excited," I told her.
She was confused. "Why?"
"Because school is a lot of work," I replied. "I might just like to sleep late and go to the pool every day instead. How about you?"
If I was looking for an ally, I was in the wrong place. "School's not hard!" she scoffed. "It's really fun... maybe even more fun than the pool."
I sighed and nodded because I knew she was right.
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