Seeing Red

Dearest Lu,

I know this is a big thing to ask a child who has a tough time with spacial awareness, but can you please not drag the edge of your tomato-sauce-covered plate on the spotless white curtains our landlord chose for his dining room?!?

Love,
Mommy

Seeing Spots

Occasionally at school the kids get a non-uniform day, ie they can wear street clothes to school. This is usually accompanied by the suggestion that the kids bring in tzedakah (money for charity) for the privilege of no uniform. Sometimes there is a theme. Today's theme was: spots.

I don't know about where you live, but over here polka dots are for girls and stripes are for boys. I also felt it was a bit silly to buy a new shirt/pair of leggings/etc for one day.

Hmmm, what to do?

Make our own! We used our surplus supply of white school shirts and a hidden stash of fabric markers to make individualized spotty shirts.

Finished product: What a dotty group!!

(Princess E did not want to make a dotty shirt and only wanted a dotty headband. Preteen, anyone?)

Fitting In

The Chief Rabbi is coming to visit the kids' school in December. Yesterday at dinner they revealed that they were expected to know and be able to sing the British national anthem and the Israeli national anthem.

Thank goodness for Google, we looked them both up (Dadam and I knew the Israeli one but wanted to be sure on the words). We spent a few minutes singing them both and then resolved to practice them everyday, so that the kids would know them for the visit.

Today in Noodle's class the teachers asked the children if any of them knew the national anthem.

And only Noodle raised her hand.