First off - I need good healing vibes for Chicklet from the bloggosphere.
Before the end of the last period, my Chicklet's class (a combined 5th and 6th grade class) heads out to help the kids in kindergarden get to their buses (so no child is left behind?). So yesterday was no different. But there was a hitch. As Chicklet was running around in the big kid's playground waiting for the little ones, she twisted her ankle. It's sprained.
We'll be going to the clinic to have it checked out later on today. Icing and elevation did nothing for the swelling yesterday and she's home from school.
So please send her some good vibes, m'kay?
I think she's hoping for crutches. She already mastered the finer points of wheelchair racing when visiting her grandmother before Mom passed away.
Have you ever needed crutches? Borrowed a classmates crutches and fooled around and tried them out when you were in school?
I have a cool kid.
As I've said, Chicklet's in the 5th grade. Last week in English class (Chicklet goes to school in French and English is taught as a scond language) she learned that one of her classmates observes Ramadan. So yesterday morning, I'm guessing after mulling it over for a bit, she asked me if it would be ok if she lived a day like her classmate i.e. fast during daylight hours. What she gathered from her friend is (and I guess there are different meanings of the fast of Ramadan) that it's a small sacrifice when there are poor people who go without all year long.
How am I supposed to argue against that? I can't. So... as Chicklet is recovering from her sprained ankle, we'll find out more (may as well try and learn something while she's out of school...) and have a day of fasting this weekend.
Maybe if our kids are open and willing to learn about each other and we can avoid polluting their minds with hatred we'll watch them lead us towards Peace and Understanding. God knows we're doing a half-assed job of it.
I have a cool kid.
Moral: Don’t fucking tell me I can’t have cake
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