8/16/12
I don't understand how a kid's mind works sometimes. Today Isla was a little bored in the morning, so I thought I'd show her how to sharpen her colored pencils (a 12 pack of unsharpened crayolas). She was pretty stoked on using the electric sharpener, and I figured it would buy me enough time to feed the baby some breakfast. Almost 2 hours later, I had to go in and see what she was doing, because she hadn't come out of her playroom yet. I expected to find her coloring or drawing something, but instead she had found my Teachers stash of colored pencils from art class - I'm talking about the butt ends, floor pencils and broken pieces I had saved for free time over the last ten years of teaching. There are probably over a thousand pencils in this box. One by one, she was methodically sharpening the pencils, then carefully breaking the really sharp tip, just like I had shown her. She was so rapt that I couldn't bring myself to interrupt her.
So the good news is, her ADD is not as rampant as I thought. The bad news is I have to substitute the letters OCD instead. Oh well.
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