The Five-Minute, Eleventh-Hour, Hundred-Day Project
I was picking up my youngest from a friend yesterday evening, who happens to be a teacher in our school district.
"Got your Hundred Day Project done?" she asked, brightly.
I said something not appropriate for a family-oriented review blog.
Hundred Day is one of those made-up holidays that sneaks up on me every time, because it's not rooted in any personal childhood memory. That sounds good, doesn't it? Actually, my own children's birthdays sneak up on me, too. That's how I roll.
Fortunately, if there's one thing I'm good at, (as I keep reassuring my agent and editor, patiently waiting on late manuscript revisions) it's pulling it together at the fifty-ninth minute of the eleventh hour.
I came home and found boxes of crayons hoarded from back-to-school sales, dumped a 5-lb bag of rice in a shoebox, and told my kindergartner to get busy planting.
Inch by inch, row by row.
Labels: celebrations, kids
—Kyran, 5:25 AM
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3 Comments:
Great idea, almost makes me wish we still celebrated the 100th Day. It seems that by Grade 2 they have moved on. Another milestone passed by on the road to empty nesthood.
This will be excellent training for him if he grows up to be a smoker.
haha. now I've heard the parent side of the 100th day. I'll admit, my teacher side of the 100th day was a little too close to this. :)
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