A courageous cat caught a crow cawing at a crooked crack.
Milo was “France” for United Nations day at his school last week. His outfit got rave reviews all day and included a beret, black turtleneck, a navy velour bath robe-cum-smoking jacket, une petite moustache, and a snarky attitude.
All of the kids brought food from their country and we had a big potluck. Milo brought baguettes, fromage (Brie & Raclette), and grapes.
Lot’s of singing and learning about different cultures.
Today Milo learned that “zero” means “nothing”…
Looks like we have some new bedtime reading to do.
p.s. – Marie is one of Milo’s teachers – she left this note for us to find in Milo’s lunch bag
Well, after much deliberation we’ve decided to pull Milo out of his cooperative hippie-dippie parent-led bilingual Montessori-inspired Waldorf-modeled Brooklyn-based RAD (radical artistic development) School and we’re putting him into a Military Academy.
Today, to get ready for the adjustment, we cut his hair: