Last night Erik and I both shared a tale of wet-pants. I gave Leif my Grade 1 tree-climbing story. I'll save my Grade 4 desk-pee story for when he needs a tale of mortification in the older grades.
Today Leif brought Mme. Myriam a card that read, "Thank you! Merci! Love Leif" with a heart breaking little picture of him standing there with his arms out for a hug. Mme. Myriam called him over to thank him. I asked if she gave him a hug. Yes. And a Kiss. She's French you know.
He still loves school, and Jen, and his teacher.