Only At My House

It just so happens that my daughter, who is in first grade, is in the “1B” class.  You can almost see it coming, can’t you? While cleaning the counter I happened to flip over a “pinch pot(*)” she had made in school.  Carved in the bottom were her initials, and what turned out to be 1B.  “1B?” I asked. “1B,” she said.  “That’s my class number.” “1B.” “Yes, 1B.’” “2B?” “No, 1B.” “Not 2B?” “1B, Daddy!” “2B or not 2B, that is the question, whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.  To sleep perchance to dream aye there’s the rub for in that sleep what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil…”(**) “….let me guess, that was Shakespeare, wasn’t it.” I’m getting predictable.   (*) I think in the old days we would have called it an ashtray. (**) I realize that’s not an accurate quote, I was bluffing.  She’s not at the point yet where she’s going to correct my delivery.  Although maybe one day :).

2 thoughts on “Only At My House

  1. *Not bad, though. You got almost the entire first sentence right, missing only “to” before “take arms.” Pretty good extemporization on a pinchpot.

  2. I recently came accross your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I dont know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting this blog very often.Kate

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