Thursday, 23 August 2007
A few weeks ago the school had its athletics carnival. The first graders all ran in one race of 70 metres. D'Arcy was really geared up for it, even though he hates most kinds of physical activity. The moment arrived and he ran really hard, and came in last (or almost last). Immediately afterwards he was quite disappointed, and aware that he hadn't run as fast as he wanted. Over the weeks however, he's changed what happened. He's now convinced he came third (somehow), and that is connected with how well his dad's girlfriend's daughter ran in her race (she's in Kindy at the same school) and he needed to have done better than she did. Weird.
Unsurprisingly I've been captured by the octopus that is Facebook. I apologise for the inconvenience and normal programming should return soon.