The children all drew their version of a happy face. The teacher asked, "What makes you happy?" and wrote each child's answer under their drawing.
HAPPY FACE
Here we have Maya's picture. Very happy-looking face with a nice button nose. Maya's mommy makes her happy.
This is Taylor's picture, with both eyes on the left side of the head. A little on the abstract side. (Flounderish, even.) Little Picasso! Taylor's daddy makes her happy.
Darian's picture. Slightly disturbing. It's a face inside a face, like Kuato from Total Recall (OPEN YOUR MIND!), or those people on Discovery Health who have a tumor removed and it turns out to have hair and teeth and be a long-lost absorbed twin. Anyhoo, Darian's mommy makes her happy.
My little buddy Mariah is a free, wild spirit. With a cheerful flick of the wrist, she gives her happy face some free-form eyes and a nice, lopsided grin. Mariah's mommy makes her happy.
Oh, Noam. Noam's happy face kind of looks like Elmo. Or, if you're as old as I am, Grover. Nice round little nose. Comforting. Like a fuzzy Muppet hug. What makes Noam happy? You guessed it. Her mommy.
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And then we have the child who spends a lot of her time looking at a deranged, exhausted, and overly-caffeinated parental unit. In other words, my child. And what makes her happy?
Her bicycle.
That is one kooky-looking happy face. I don't look like that. Do I look like that?
6 comments:
About the happy face...
Exactly how much alcohol and caffeine do you consume while Malena's about?
(as Stacie runs from the room giggling like a fiend to get away from Mary...)
Oh, ho ho.
I LOVE it when the mick comments on the spic's drinking! Talk about the pot calling the kettle borracho.
Stacie, you can run, but you cannot run fast enough from the wrath of my mighty chancla. It's like a Mexican chinese star, but doubles as footwear.
And the answer is: shitloads. But giiirl, you knew that! :)
Hugs,
M.
I love it!!!! ahhh ha ha ha
She really what dilated pupils looks like..... hmmm
oh, my - that is hilarious!!! one year, on mother's day, my sister's 2nd grade class wrote letters to their mothers. then the mothers came in for snacks and the kids read their letters out loud. my sister's letter said: I don't like my mother. she yelled at me this morning.
Oh my God...your little free-thinker!
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