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September 2, 2008 No Monsters Yet. Just another temporal anomoly. 
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Another day (or three), another page, another heart attack--still no monster, although something took a pretty big bite out of my savings account yesterday and I think the two might be related. It's hard to be sure. In the meantime, here is a photo of my daughter running to school. Yes. Running to school. I know. I thought the same thing myself. When Frances does the more expected thing and runs away from school, I promise you all will be the first to know. As we were approaching her classroom this morning for the big drop-off, we saw her principal running here and there, helping get kids organized and find their class's meeting spot. She is tall and thin and very blond and had a huge smile on her face. You never would have guessed it was her first day back to work after a two-month vacation and already everything was chaotic. "Hi, Miss B!" Frances called out. "Hi, Frances!" said Miss B. "Don't you look gorgeous today." At this, Frances grew about two inches and walked off to the kindergarten door. "That's Miss B," she told me. "I know," I said. "She's the principal." "She's my boss," said Frances. "Oh!" That makes sense, I thought. At about the time I'm heading back to school, Frances is going to work. Posted by Andrea at September 2, 2008 2:59 PM under Beanie Baby Brags EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Okay, that made me laugh. Hee-hee! Maybe you should be looking for a tiny briefcase for her... Posted by: Greg, aka theboyfriend at September 2, 2008 5:59 PM
Her boss! I LOVE IT!!! Posted by: Kia at September 2, 2008 8:42 PM
That would make what she's doing - running to work - even more unexpected. (At least in my circle.) Posted by: NotSoSage at September 2, 2008 9:37 PM
adorable as always! Posted by: LauraJ at September 3, 2008 6:45 AM
Oh my gosh - that made my blood sugar go up, she is so sweet. And then Greg's comment reminded me of last year, when I used to take my daughter to the childcare center at my work. She began calling her lunch box her "briefcase-like-Mommy's". (The laptop bag I carried is a soft briefcase.) It was and still is painfully cute - almost as cute as Frances' "boss" comment. Posted by: amy at September 3, 2008 7:36 AM
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About Me I'm a type 1 diabetic, witch, feminist, environmentalist, writer, mother, student and print addict in Toronto, Canada. The blog has seen the birth of my daughter, her many medical adventures, my divorce and return to school. The name of the game is upheaval. Subscribe
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