I was less-than-pleased when I found Isabelle fast asleep under her blanket at 5:45 last night. (She usually goes to bed at 7:30 p.m.)
Isabelle was less-than-pleased when she found I wasn’t going to be coming to her class for writing time today. (I had another commitment.)
I guess that makes us even, right?
The two of us were talking as she was getting dressed for school.
“I’m glad you woke up at one in the morning to go to the bathroom!” I said.
She smiled. I continued. “I can’t believe you had dinner in the middle of the night!”
“I know!” she said.
“But not chicken. Daddy just gave you bread and butter, right?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” she replied.
“And then you came into my room and woke me at 3:10 a.m.” My face got stern. “I’m still not happy about that. I need my sleep.”
“But I had a bad dream,” she said, smiling.
“You know you didn’t,” I replied. “Why else would your light be on and your bears would be arranged perfectly on your bed where you were sleeping?”
“You know, I’m really tired because of that,” I said.
“I know,” she replied, not seeming to care.
I would live.
“At least you slept until a little after six. You must’ve been tired! Are you taller this morning?”
She turned around and faced her mirror. “Yeah, I am!”
“Maybe you are,” I said.
And that’s when it happened. “Hey! I can write a story about this!”
“Last night would make a great story. You can write it today at school.”
“But who’s gonna write it with me?” she asked.
“Your teacher will write it with you,” I replied.
“But I want YOU!” she said.
“Sorry, but I can’t come to school with you today. But you know what? You write your story across pages and then I’ll have your teacher send me pictures of your book. How does that sound?”
“Good!” she replied.
* * * * *
A few hours later, three pictures arrived. The story! It wasn’t as detailed as I would’ve hoped, but it was a story (That contained people with bodies, which is an improvement from a couple of weeks ago!) she drew sequentially across pages. And the best part was, she did it without me in the classroom.