I’m not one to be catty, but I think it’s time for a little Clairol Age Defy Golden Blonde 8G.
Celebrating 16 years of the Bean!
Author: Merri Petrovits
Fourth-grade crimes
Today one of my fourth-graders informed me that students are guaranteed 60 minutes of recess each day, and by detaining her to complete last night’s homework, I was, in fact, breaking the law.
It’s that kind of sass that’s going to land her a dreaded spot in recess detention until the end of June.
That, and my nomination for next year’s Union President.
The truth is in the trail mix.
When you find that special someone who lets you eat all the chocolate out of the trail mix and leave the rest behind, you know you have a keeper. Just thinking about it brings a lump to my throat.
Then again, maybe that’s just the raisins and dried cranberries.
This will never, ever happen again.
There are certain things in this universe that are a rarity: planetary alignment, Halley’s Comet, a total solar eclipse. Tonight, for the first time in my parenting existence marks a rare and astronomical event of my own: all three children invited to sleepovers on the same night.
As I sprinkled a shrimp flake into our Betta bowl, it occurred to me that Bob the Fish is the single only creature whose existence depends on me right at this moment in time.
I think I even heard him chewing.