The kids attend their “special” classes once a week. These include library, gym, art and music. They love these classes ALMOST as much as the teachers who drop them off do. (Bring ‘em early and pick ‘em up late. BEEPL, my friends.)
Today I slipped into the music room a bit early because I always love to watch the singing and dancing that our amazing music teacher inspires each week. (She’s hands-DOWN incredible. I kid you not.)
I tried to slip into the room unnoticed, but quickly saw Francis sitting on one of the risers a bit away from the group. (What a surprise.) Her arms were crossed and she raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders when I glanced her way.
I sat next to her without a word, and watched the class quietly. Mrs. Periwinkle said to the class very dramatically, “Now, we’re going to sing that song one more time- and use your best, most beautiful voices!!”
Francis turned to me as if we were two friends lounging at the pool talking about the woman in the bikini, and said “She always says that.” And with her hand in front of her mouth so only I would hear, “She’s kind of crazy that way.”
God I love that girl. L. O. V. E.
(And five-years old? I think THIRTY-five is more like it. Her real self is inside her mother's body combing the town for the woman with the fortune cookie who cast the spell upon them.)