MyThreeDaughters

When in the past parents have told me that they spent all weekend working on a kid’s school project, I thought several things:
a) Shouldn’t do your kid’s work for her (we use she pronouns here at MTD.com, because we only have she’s).
b) That stinks for you.
c) Really? And you only got a B minus? Bummer.
But now, after a three-day weekend of researching, finding materials, building and decorating a miniature giraffe ecosystem, I get it.
It’s not so much that the parents do the project, it’s that they…harumph, oh man, I got something corporate caught in my throat, they facilitate it.
We facilitated a trip to the Supercenter to get clay, to build our, I mean “her”, giraffe. We facilitated a car ride to the library to check out giraffe books. We facilitated by saying, C’mon, you’re almost there…the next part is the fun part…OK, now all you have to do is…Now, just one more thing.
By my mixing colors together to get the perfect shade of giraffe hair.
And by, Dad-like, and now that I write it I can’t believe I did this, cutting out a piece of dry wall as a platform for the whole African savanna.
But Fontaine wrote the report herself, built the giraffe herself and painted its color scheme on herself. And named it, for it’s big ears, “Eary.”
The three-day weekend ended with my wife and I, hovering over Eary, paint brushes in hands.
Just touching up a few things.
I hope w…Fontaine gets an A.