Look, I know, it’s been 10 days; and before that, it was 10 days. It’s just that work is crazy, and I was in the hospital (maybe you heard) and I’ve just had a lot on my mind, and…oh, I know, there’s no excuse. Well, hopefully this will whet your whistle:
Earlier tonight, Dina was rifling through the card and envelope drawer…
Dina: I need to write a card for Dillon.
Me: Who’s Dillon?
Dina: He’s in Kindergarten.
Me: Oh. Sounds good.
I help her pick a card with a bunny on it that says “Wish I could just hop on over and see you”, and she asks me to help her spell the following: “I like you. Would you like to become friends with me?”
As she is addressing the envelope, Yosef asks her: Who’s Dillon?
Dina: (defiantly) He’s the boy I’m going to marry instead of Eli (her boyfriend from last year with whom she had a torrid falling-out that involved him forbidding her to dance with her friend in the school kitchen, her defying him because she quite likes to dance, and him proclaiming that they were no longer friends).
Me: Ah, so you’re sowing the seeds now…
Dina: (triumphantly, pantomiming spreading seeds across the ground) Yes, I’m sowing the seeds!
You hear that, Eli? You are, like, so yesterday’s circle time.
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dillon doesn’t dance either though….
don’t tell dina; you’ll break her heart.
no, she told me. we asked her at leona’s and i suggested teaching him.
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