R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Apparently to boys of a 4-year-old age, my boo-boo is the coolest thing since sliced bread. I've now joined a "band of brothers" who get together and discuss "wounds." It cracks me up - sometimes I can barely see their ouchie, other times I wonder how they survived. One of the boys asks me at least twice a day how my leg is, and actually asks to see it. I'm officially cool in ways I never thought possible, well, at least to the 4 year old boys at my school.

A girl today at lunch wanted more milk. Normally kids just yell across the room, "Miss Julie (yes, I really am Mrs. Julie, but despite my best efforts to correct them, they still call me Miss.) Miss Julie, I need some milk." We try to get them to say, "Please may I have..." or something similar, usually with little success. Today, a new girl wanted milk. She raised her hand politely and asked me for some milk please. I picked up her glass to start pouring, and she immediately said thank-you. I complimented her on her manners, saying, "Sofia, you have good manners." To which she politely sighed, "I do."

Pride goeth before a...

Well, I'm not so sure I was proud of my running. Granted, I kind of make fun of Phoebe-runners (who doesn't?), but really, I don't think I'm the cat's meow of running. I certainly don't think that now.




Saturday morning, while running, I guess I wasn't paying attention... And in the middle of my residential neighborhood, I wiped out. I bit it bad. It was one of those where you actually have time to think on the way down. Is this the best way to fall? I couldn't come up with a fast enough response, so it just happened. Of course, it was at the exact middle of what I had intended to run, so I was the farthest away from my house I planned to be. On my way home, a kind lady asked me if I was ok and let me rinse off my leg and hand in the sprinkler...

It'll take me a while to recover from this one. Pictures don't do it justice.







HWotD:
hāʻule - to fall, drop, tumble
"haaah-ooh-lay"