M asked for stories out of "the gold tooth book," last week.
I had to blink for a bit to know what he means. The replacement book was printed about 16 years later than the ones I inherited from my grandparents, so it’s guilding hasn’t worn off yet. I used to say the missing book was like a missing tooth, when the book came in the mail I joked that it was like a gold tooth to replace the missing one. I guess M was listening to me.
My musings on our homeschool, coop, figuring out what my educational philosophy is anyway, and will I ever make curtains for the rest of the appartment?
