It's getting to the time of year when I like to send a little note of thanks to the teachers who have made a difference in J's school year. Usually they are pretty worn out by now and I figure they can use the boost.
J hates school, but when pressed, he'll admit that a few of his teachers are too bad. His current favorite is his art teacher. When I asked why, he said it was because Mr. Art "always encourages me, he's nice". J comes home excited about whatever art project he is working on - this is from the boy who says he is not artistic at all- and goes into detail describing it to me. Any time a teacher can make school seem positive for J is someone who deserves some recognition.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I took J to the dentist for his semi-annual teeth cleaning. As the hygienist was cleaning his teeth, she mentioned that he had to work harder at it since he had some plaque build-up, etc. She started suggesting that I should be cleaning his teeth (I disagree - he is 9 1/2 y.o., old enough to do his own dental cleaning). She asked both of us how often he brushes his teeth; my reply was morning and night and his was morning and night as well, "except, I haven't really been brushing them lately, not in the morning at least". My jaw dropped and an expression of disbelief crossed my face. I heard the dental hygienist in the next cubicle over start to laugh as ours said, "at least he is honest about his brushing, unlike some adults who come in here". She asked him if he had the materials to floss his teeth, which he answered yes, then thought better than to ask him if he actually flossed. She could see the answer in his teeth and did not think I should hear spoken what the answer was, since we all knew what it would be.