Nora announced at dinner: "If you want to get called on in class, don't yell 'me, me, me!' because it won't up your chances." Up your chances? We asked, and she said that 'Henrietta' says that if you want to lick the batter spoon, saying 'please' will always up your chances. (Henrietta, There's No One Better was an Xmas present. An enjoyable example of the new "permissive" children's literature -- manic, self-absorbed, and frequently disgusting. If you like that kind of thing.)
Anywhoo, Nora was raising her hand in class to answer the question: Does anybody know why we were not in school on Monday? She knew because we went to the library and got a book about Martin Luther King Jr. We wonder if her good memory burdens her though, because her teacher said that she rattled off a biography that included his time in prison, riots, and his assassination. At the dinner table, she was anxious for us to know that she learned from her teacher another thing about MLK -- he sang in his father's choir!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Nora gathered an audience of animals, each with a chair, to hear "President Nora" give a speech. She dressed, put her speech (her Winnie the Pooh book) on the music stand, then mounted the podium (stepstool). She started off with some generalities about (Pooh's) hundred acre woods, then touched on the needy children of Tanzania, and concluded with a few remarks questioning Piglet's gender. She then took questions from the audience.