Sasha came into school today with a long face, dragging her backpack and her sorrows down the hall. She took care of her morning “housekeeping” with nary a word, and sat at the table to work on her morning work. I knew immediately 'somesing' was up.
“Are you okay, Sasha? What’s up?” I asked as I sat in the tiny chair beside her.
“I don’t feel so good. I sink I hab a feber,” she said with a pout.
I put my hand upon her forehead. “No,” I said, “Your head seems fine. Let’s just work a bit and see what happens.”
“Oh man,” she said a bit miffed, and sat stubbornly looking at her paper. I left her there to pout and finished my own morning housekeeping. (You know, rummaging through backpacks, listening to fifteen stories from the weekend at ONCE, emptying legos from pockets and reminding the 'breakfast club' that we don’t take an hour to eat.)
We gathered on the carpet for morning meeting and after our greeting it was time for my favorite portion; telling sharing.
We finally got around the circle and it was Sasha’s turn.
“Okay, I am not really sick. I juss miss my mommy.”
I was not surprised. “Sasha, school is ALMOST over (in five hours) and then it will be time for you to get on the bus and you’ll be home QUICK as a WINK!” I said with a smile.
“NO! It is TOO LONG! I am on da bus, and I have to wait for all da HUMANS to get off!” she said dramatically.
Humans? Humans????? I turned to my para and said, “Oh Sweet Lord, I KNEW IT. We really are on Mars, aren’t we?”
(That explains almost everything.)