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.
Um.
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.)
