Today vas another superb clay day; saturdays are the little kids classes. Brought my books to Bethy so that she could flip through them before handing them back mundy, (next class). I dunno if she’ll get through them, there must be 20 pounds worth of book in that pile. ouch.
We’ve developed a new thing: I’ll teach the littlies with her most of the time and that’ll pay for most of my other classes or some such. I’d been helping before in spite and, as she pointed out it’s not necessarily sensical for mum and dad to pay for all my classes in that case.
the girls are pretty sweet, though, about seven or six I think….the oldest at 8 or something as of yesterday. strangely they sound exactly like the ladies at a church fair (shudder) and repeat each thing brought up in conversation an exhausting number of times before putting it down, which can get very old very fast, something like this:
(in high pitched, warbly little voices)
Natalie: I don’t think Hannah’s gonna come today…
whatsherface: Noo….I don’t think so either.
other girl: Hannah’s 30 minutes late. She’s really late!
whatsherface: Hanna’s 30 miutes late…I don’t think she’s going to come.
Natalie: ohhh….she’s really late, isn’t she….
other girl: I don’t think hannah’s going to come today…
Or, when you say a word that they don’t know, they occasionally quietly repeat it to themselves. so for example: I’ll be like “hey, hannah, you mignt want to use a pin tool on that. It’ll keep the little shards from getting all over.” and I’ll turn towards the shelf and rifle through pin tools for the right one. Hannah follows me and goes “pin tool….”
