Going into the third grade.
Granddaughter E-8 and soon to be 9 is headed for third grade this fall. As far as I’m concerned she should be entering Grad-school. Just three legos short of Einstein genius. Far beyond my apprenticeship to the Seven Dwarfs.
But if I were to teach her third grade class, this is what I would teach a third grade Rhode scholar:
First, the delicate fine art of scooping a kitty litter box. Plus daily feeding and watering of three family cats.
Next, the care and placement of underwear and toys. The bedroom floor is not where undies, shoes, dinosaurs, and ear buds reside. They go into closets, chest of drawers, and shelves.
Finally, practicing piano without reminder is an imperative on one’s own resume. That and going out front to the mailbox and retrieving the mail is also an important item on a good comprehensive resume. And equal to that is opening and reading letters sent to her by her Papa. A written response would be the icing on the cake.
So, welcome to third grade.