Payback

I'll admit it, we've got 3 great kids...but they aren't perfect, nor do we expect them to be. And I truly appreciate the teachers my children have had this last year for all of the time, energy, and patience that it takes to have a class of 23 of sweaty, active, and quirky children the same age as my own kids. So, that being said, the last day of school for teachers is really a fun one. I honestly believe that these teachers have been hoarding every single sheet of college ruled paper that may have the smallest speck of handwriting on it. And then there is the paper mache lifesize-twin depicting the central nervous system of their own body. Who could forget the wire hanger mobile of the life cycle of a salmon? Not to mention the monthly "journals" my kids have written in since last September--all of this coming home on the last day of school. And somehow, managing to still stand upright while carrying twice their body weight in their Jansport backpacks, my children descend off of the school bus steps wishing they could run...but they cannot. And this, is only a small taste of what came home. And somewhere in Camas, their teachers are giggling to themselves. Payback.