Luckily for my own first grader, LouLou, she has no lisp, a mere one minute walk to school and a mother who has threatened her older brother to take good care of her on the way. In preparation for the first grade we got new clothes, amazingly white shoes that ALSO sparkle, backpack that is half her size, lunch box and a haircut. All that was left was finding out who her teacher was and her room assignment.
The magic day arrived when the mailman delivered the letters from the school…dun, dun, dun…She was assigned to the new outside classroom in a trailer home wannabee. It is what our school district calls a “portable”. I have been informed that these classrooms have many different names and witnessed a heated ‘discussion’ between my mother-in-law and her son-in-law about the label “portable” as she firmly believes that they are called “relocatables”. Well, in spite of its name, my oldest, The Bean, was also in a portable in the first grade and excitedly told her how great they were. Muffin had to call daddy at work to share her exciting news! “I get to have my class in the teleport!” Ummm, any indication that she had been watching too many episodes of Star Trek with her older siblings? Noooo…not at all! After correcting this term for her she got back on the phone with her dad, “Oh, I meant I get my class in the porta potty!” Ummm…..