Me: How was your day, darling?
Rockstar: We answered lots of questions in ICT! (Computer lab time)
Me: Oh yeah, like what?
Rockstar: <frowns> Pretty sure I got 19 x 19 wrong.
Me: (?? He’s had harder on ixl..) Why?
Rockstar: No paper and we were timed. I just ran out of time.
Me: Oh, I’m guessing it was one of those exercises where you do as many questions as you can in a given time… Were you talking in class though?
Rockstar: <snorts> ‘Course not, there was a girl next to me.
<thoughtful pause> Oh, and there were lotsa questions like whether I’m happy in school, stuff like that. I only selected “happy”. Not “very happy”.
Me: Why, because you think there’s too much work at school?
Rockstar: No, because I lost at (playing) Bey Blades today.
And the Miss didn’t exactly say anything, but this is her two cents:
We call this Floating Toddler Deep In Thought. (The butterfly tattoo just makes the whole thing even more surreal/cool.)
ps: The very real reason she’s doing that however is because she’s decided to throw a curve ball this day. Y’know every none-too-seldom when things are ho-hum we have to refuse to move, hide in corners, holler if anyone tries to pick her up, and – no – don’t you dare – NO LYING ON THAT FL – why, of course she must. There.