I worked most of the day,
then we did a little of this...
then we went home and played Crazy Eights and did puzzles until bedtime.
A bucolic afternoon.
I read this post, watched the clip, and then couldn't hide the tears welling up in my eyes from Cass when he swooped in for 'One more kiss, Mom'. After making him understand that Keith Obermann wasn't yelling at me, I ended up trying to explain what he was yelling about.
Oof. Not an easy thing to do with a primary student.
And somehow I thought we'd be having the sex talk first.
But sex talk or no, this is important stuff. And I think he understood that I have questions about why the war began, but he lost interest when he figured out this was all happening in a land far, far away.
I can forgive it from him. But I can't forgive it from myself.
Go. Read Mr. Lady's post. And think of something you can do.