tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107737623514518595.post7506063878952660821..comments2023-04-07T04:46:51.500-07:00Comments on trailer park girl: “How did it get so late so soon?” ― Dr. SeussValerie Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098943497558760020noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107737623514518595.post-86146014457809962862013-12-21T12:41:01.007-08:002013-12-21T12:41:01.007-08:00Oh, Val, you make me belly laugh with the things y...Oh, Val, you make me belly laugh with the things you post on this blog as well as touch my heart. The last Christmas letter reminds me of what one of my students shared with me recently. First he told me his dad died, which caused me to burst into tears and hug him. After a little interrogation, it became clear it was a distant relative that died, not his own father. But I guess he enjoyed my initial reaction, because a little later there came his familiar tap on my lower back. When I acknowledged him, he said, with great sobriety, that also "his fish died and his cat left." Maybe the cat was a little concerned about the rash of recent deaths in the family and felt personally threatened, or was just really bored after the fish died.... who knows? But when I tried a little impromptu English Language Development lesson, stating that his cat had "run away", he responded no, he just left. I visualized the cat walking out the door with a disgusted look on his face. Here's to happy children and cats this Christmas! Love, AmyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com