This morning, I dropped my daughter off at daycare. As I plopped her down at a miniature table for breakfast, countless toddlers gathered 'round and began asking her where's your green? A strange question, I thought. Where's your green? As she looked down at her light blue sweat shirt and then around the room, I saw it. Everyone was decked from head-to-toe. Socks. Pants. Pins. Even the teachers were at it. Fuck. So I pulled off her outer layer and pointed to a random green stripe on the sleeve, saying, "There it is, boo."
"That's my green, Abba?"
"Yes."
And then the smile. It would be alright. She had her green.
Friday, March 17, 2006
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3 comments:
sounds like you almost dropped the ball. would have had to run out of there with baby under arm while kids were pinching/punching (don’t remember which).
I hate bogus holidays that are for 'everyone'.
I wore black, myself.
I participate reluctantly in such festivities- it was tough when i was a music teacher- I did what i was asked to do.
I have taught my children to make their own decisions about it- my daughter wore forest green shoes. My son's at college-
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