MyThreeDaughters

So Fontaine, the wise-to-the-ways-of-the-world second-grader, decided that Elizabeth was not nearly enough prepped for the rigors of kindergarten that she would face next year. Naturally, Fontaine set up a simulated kindergarten curriculum, of which, naturally, she was the teacher in charge.

Elizabeth was the kindergartener. I wasn’t paying much attention. I was cooking dinner. I was psyched they were entertaining each other, even though I figured poor Elizabeth was probably being emotionally abused again.

But eventually, I came over and saw Fontaine pointing at the white board, lecturer style. I read the list: It seemed to be, basically, a list of things that Elizabeth had probably done — turned into “rules” after the infraction had been committed.

I slowly read down the list, until my eyes rested on number seven: “No Tackling the Teacher.”

I looked at Fontaine. She looked at me, raised her eyebrows and said, “You wouldn’t think I’d have to make that rule, but…”

I noticed one more thing. The number eight was already written on the board, in anticipation of the next crazy infraction.