Last week I went to pick up Alex from school and the teachers were frantic searching for the pumpkin that he had painted. They looked everywhere so we finally asked Alex if he painted a pumpkin during school and he told Mrs. Appleton that she never called his name. Mrs. Appleton got tears in her eyes and said, "Alex, I'm so sorry I guess your name tag was stuck to someone else's." She asked if he would like to paint one then, so he did. It was interesting to see his old teachers coming out wondering if they had run out of the materials and why he was painting after school had ended. Mrs. Appleton told them the story so Mrs. Goldecker and Mrs. Haight both told us that Alex is such a sweet boy and would never say anything while other kids would have been in their face telling them their error. (Although, I know he would have told me immediately while we walked down the stairs). I felt so sorry for the little guy but he seemed happy painting his pumpkin and told Mrs. Appleton he had more fun doing it with me there.
While there I kept looking at the easel and thinking that I wish I would have bought one 2 Christmas's ago when I thought about it but they were so expensive and I didn't know if he would really like it. When we got home I got on Craigslist and found one in High Ridge for $20.00- it's perfect no marks, stains or anything. (At least when we got it). So now we have an easel. They don't fight since it has a chalk side and dry eraser side and they LOVE it. I was telling Aaron that there are now 3 favorites in the Julian family. First is the Lego table that we bought for Alex's 1st birthday, second is the refrigerator toys, and now the easel! Even though the drive to High Ridge is the worst drive ever it was worth every moment!
Just in case your wondering they were working on their numbers while kids went out to paint their pumpkins.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
A sad story with a happy ending
Posted by Kim at Sunday, October 19, 2008
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I bet I know why you didn't tell me that story. Grandma
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