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Yesterday, Fiona and I went to meet David's first grade teacher for a chat. One of the things his teacher showed us is the passport she's made for each kid. This is a little booklet with the kid's photo inside it in which a country sticker is placed each time an adult comes in to tell the kids about a different country. So far, the kids have "visited" Italy, and Israel, Egypt, and England are on the horizon. The teacher encouraged Fiona, who, as most of you know, is from Scotland, to come in to talk about Scotland. Last night, as we were sitting around the dinner table, I was talking to David about the passport, looking ahead to everyone who would be visiting. "And Mommy," I said, "will be coming in to talk about Scotland." Without missing a beat, David said, "And you'll be coming in to talk about the graveyard!" Needless to say, my kid knows his old man. Current Mood: amused
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