Now that the weather is a bit cooler, we’ve been enjoying walking around campus. Becca loves racing Flopsie in her stroller against Isaiah in his. She’s a pretty vicious racer and regularly cuts her opponent off during the race.

This week Becca asked to go to school, so we’ve been packing up her backpack (crayons, scissors, glue, and snack) and sending her out the door each morning for school. She walks to the end of the sidewalk, turns around, and and comes back to knock on our door for school. She’s very good at role playing and separating me as the “teacher” and me as “mommy.” If I mention having to do something to Isaiah she’ll say, “but I thought you were my teacher.” Currently we’re working on shapes and numbers.

The “teacher” asked Becca to describe her mommy. Becca said “she’s happy.” When I asked about her eye and hair color Becca said, “she has black hair and black eyes….but she is a sinner!” It’s amazing what teachers find out from their students about parents.