Last night La Grande Mermaid was proudly reading her autobiographical student-of-the-week poster to me.
My favorite color is green.
I like to go swimming.
My favorite animal is a frog.
I go to school in a car.
PSHHH!
What?
[ muttering loud enough for The Mommy to hear ] …half mile.
What? [she repeated]
Nothing honey, it’s just that The Daddy thinks we’re funny for driving to school.
You only go a half mile. You could walk or bike or pogo stick to school it is so close.
[overdoing it a bit now I continued]
I ride my bike sixteen miles to work every day!
[without so much as another breath and without any malice Abby retorted]
That would be your poster, not mine.
Indeed it should.
And for that matter…it just did.
blief 
And, I must say, you have a very good Post(er)!
[Daughters — and sons, too, I have found — can be very frustratingly right sometimes!]
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Yea get your own dang poster!! Hee hee…she’s too funny. And I got to see the poster in her class and everything today. Did she tell you I was assigned to her class today in the computer lab? Too fun!!
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You tell him Abby! Made my day!
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And a fine “Student of the Week” she is!
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When I was in kindergarten I had to walk a mile each way…alone. I rarely made it on time because there were so many distractions along the way. I never made it as “student of the week” either. That’s my poster.
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Touchee, monsieur, touchee!
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That’s my girl.
I had to walk a mile too! Scared out of my boots. Pat Beach made sure I left the house on time and my nerves did the rest. I hated the bus after that always walked even in the rain.
That’s my poster.
You go Abby!
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Thanks Abby for the new terminology. We will probably see it in the dictionary next reprint. Poster: Life story!
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