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    THE PTA

    Classroom at a seconday school in Pendembu Sierra Leone.jpg

    Every time the Repubs and the Dems discuss problems with our nation and our children and....

    Well....those pols always stress the importance of education.

    Oh, there would not be such problems if we were teaching our children what is what?

    I have written about my son and his wife before with regard to the education of their children.

    I noted that when Precious first was initiated into her preschool that my son and his wife were present

    in the sacred sanctom of educators; it was like Precious was a gem.

    And my son and his partner had all of these questions.

    Well, what is the curriculum?

    What are the hours for these children?

    Where are these children housed?

    How shall these children be treated?

    What are these children to be taught?

    I think that when I first blogged on this subject I made fun of my daughter in law. hahahahahah

    I mean Ashley had this list.

    Like it was stupid to take a list to a meeting involving her children?

    The mother of my grandchildren has a degree in education after all.

    I made some joke about her list....and I imagined that my son rolled his eyes...

    HELL, MY CHILD MUST REST SOMEWHERE?

    HAHAHHAH

    It was never like that. I was grading these partners on an old grading system.

    My interest in this subject increased over time.

    Again, I grew up with no books, few toys and no interest in my education whatsoever.

    But....

    I was never brought up in some hood without help....

    Anyway....

    I was on the phone with my son the other week.

    And, you know what he did?

    He and his wife contacted the school.

    And my son ends up having lunch at his daughter's school.

    Now, Precious has her bagged lunch, and daddy has his bagged lunch.

    And daddy sits at some table with these little tots and has lunch with his

    Precious.

    I am flummoxed when I hear this truth.

    I mean, this kind of stuff never happens?

    And Precious feels gooooooooooooood.

    And the little tots sitting at this particular table feel wonderful.

    Kindergarten for chrissakes.

    And Miss Lee shows up and notes:

    I GUESS YOU ARE THE HERO TODAY.

    hahahahahahha

    Of course Miss Lee saw this coming. 

    hahhaahah

    All of the tots love him

    I forgot to ask my son if he took off his jacket and his tie before sitting in for dinner.

    ahhhhahahaha

    But I have never even thought of this kind of interaction between parents and students and teachers.

    This type of interaction never occurred to me.

    In the olden days, I would show up and give some lecture to my children's class.

    Not many times.

    But I remember these lectures.

    And I think about the partnerships involving children and parents and teachers and....

    I might be called racist or some other epithets,  but kids do not just arise from school and

    all of a sudden become students.

    And I can tell you that there never were books or magazines or...whatever in my household.

    As a child.

    There is hope.

    My son and his wife have reached a partnership.

    Their three little pixies are being raised by agreement.

    HOW SHALL OUR CHILDREN BE RAISED?

    These two folks worked on this question. There were no sure answers.

    I finish this nothingness with the picture of my son sitting in a kiddy chair having a bag lunch

    with Precious.

    There is something involving being there.

    Where does my daughter eat lunch.

    What does my daughter dine on and what do her friends dine on?

    And there is my son having a bag lunch with is daughter having a bag lunch in the lunchroom?

    GODDAMN THIS PICTURE GIVES ME HOPE.

     

     

     

    It is not that most of us wish to teach our children well.

    It involves the issue of how we shall teach them?

    I am just flummoxed with this view of my son sitting in some tiny chair having lunch with

    his precious during lunch in kindergarten.

    hahhahaha

    Oh there is one other thing.

    The Mikes and the rest on the billboard give us this creative corner.

    I miss Mr. Smith of course. But it just came to me that we might write about other things than trump and evil and...

    If you have some other subject you might wish to write about...

    HERE YA GO

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    Tiny chairs can birth large futures, Dick ...we grow out of them, and are forced to stand up.  Having the hand of a loving parent throughout the process?  Worth the price of a bagged lunch!  


    OH MISSY, FOR CHRISSAKES, I JUST WROTE THIS.

    HAHAHAHA

    You surprise me sometimes. hahahah

    THANK YOU. 

    Yeah, you even have some idea about what I am writing about.

     


    Love can be unexpected sometimes.


    Now you got me goin?

    My son comes home once or twice a week for lunch, from work. 

    He feeds little Willow and Jolee (3) as well as himself.

    Oh, and I must underline that Sean was ordered to provide breakfast to Precious and then Jolee

    everyday.  Every morning daddy made breakfast for the children. And as far as I know, he still does.

    hahahahahha

    There is bonding going on here,,,,,,My God this must seem boring, hahahahah

    That is by agreement with his spouse.

    And I am still having problems wrapping my tiny little mind about this. haahahahah

    So, when Seany visits kindergarten, the journey is not just without precedence

    I just underline my .

    Oh hell here is a song:

     


    It's something akin to perfection, isn't it?  At least the closest we can come to it - making a child happy.  And in their case, multiple children!  Ah ... Daddy and breakfast, lunch when he can, and kids knowing they're important - better than strawberry jam.


     

     

    It goes for daughters, too.

     


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