What image conveys a universal welcome to all trick-or-treaters? Which iconic symbol reaches children tall and small? Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
SpongeBob SquarePants!
I am so proud of this carving job. If I couldn't be home on Halloween night, at least my pumpkin could.
My friend Stacey and I manned the hearing booth at a screening fair on Saturday. The kids were totally cute, but there was a lot of down time. So what did we do? Only what any normal grad students would do when left alone in a room with fun audiological equipment... Go nuts. We tested each other's hearing, and it turns out I have better than average hearing in some frequencies. Rawk! We also played around with the tympanometer, this thing you shove in your ear canal to find out if everything's kosher in your middle ear. My tympanogram came back normal, but Stacey's didn't; she had a cold. So we wondered if blowing one's nose would change the readout. It totally does. This stuff is amazing.
You know how little kids tend to mix things up sometimes? Like, they'll substitute a familiar word/phrase for an unfamiliar one? This time it worked in my favor. At school I go by Ms. Meredith. And what does this sound like to a little kid? Miss America. My supervisor Peggy thought it was so cute when one of the kids said, "It's Miss America's turn," that now she actually tells them to call me that. I have been dubbed Miss America henceforth. I did rather luck out in the name department, though. What does Ms. Peggy become? Oh yeah, Miss Piggy.
You know you've found your calling when you can fall off your chair and get a huge bruise, spatter orange paint on yourself from ankle to forehead, be subjected to cafeteria peas, and still consider it one of the best days you've ever had.
The good news: I seem to have inadvertently dropped a pants size.
The bad news: None of my pants fit!
The first day of school still feels like the first day of school. I still worry about finding my room, whether the teachers will be nice, whether or not to buy my lunch. Only now I am a big person and not a little person. I still feel like a little person, but the actual little persons remind me of the true state of things with their frank and entertaining comments. Here are just a few:
"She looks nice."
Thanks, kid. You're looking pretty terrific, yourself.
"I want to talk to her." "Ok, what do you want to say to her?" "I lost eight tooths."
Oh. My. Gosh. How on earth did I ever manage to live each day without this vital information? You have returned meaning to my life, O toothless one.
"What is she?"
Human life form: female. Sugar and spice and everything nice. Sarcasm on legs.
"She looks like a dinosaur."
What the...?!?! See previous question.
When boys disappoint... shopping therapy!