Yesterday, in class with Karen, my second grader, we were learning about "My Day", starting with how the day begins... waking up, getting ready, etc. We sang a song that talks about washing our faces, combing our hair, and brushing our teeth. I asked her if she does each of those things every morning. She said she always combs her hair and brushes her teeth and sometimes washes her face. Then she asked me if I do all of those things. I said I always brush my teeth and wash my face and I usually, but not always, comb my hair. "Like today?" she asked me. I self consciously touched my hair, "Does it look bad?" I asked her. "Yes," she replied. She proceeded to "style" my hair for me, as is evidenced in the picture. I'm not sure that her efforts were any better than mine.

Wednesday my friend Leslie and I decided to go to the orphanage. Usually in the past we've gotten a ride from another teacher, who lives out there, but this time we decided to venture out on our own. We walked over to the appointed bus stop and waited for our bus to come. We weren't sure which bus to take, so we waited as a few passed and then I was convinced we needed to get on one saying Carcelon. A bus came, Leslie thought she saw "Carcelon", so we hopped on and off we went. When we reached El Bosque, a mall in the opposite direction, we begin to question whether we actually were on the right bus. The bus driver told us we weren't, so we got off, uncertain of our next action. We were now a 40 minute or so walk from the original bus stop where we knew we could get on a bus that said Carcelon. We didn't know the address to take a cab to the orphanage, so we decided to check out the buses going past. After several minutes it became apparent that we don't know enough about the public transportation system to find a bus to take unless it said Carcelon and none appeared, so instead we went grocery shopping and enjoyed a leisurely walk home.
One of my third graders asked me if I have a boyfriend. I said no. She asked why not. I said "I haven't found anybody I would want to be my boyfriend." She looked at me with all the innocence in the world and offered, "My dad." (Who happens to be the pastor of my church here). I said, "What would your mother say?" Daniela looked at me and said as if speaking for her mother, "What do you think you're doing with my husband?" The whole interchange was very comical. Then I asked Daniela if she has a boyfriend. She assured me not, but said there was a favored little boy in the other third grade class. "Is so beautiful," she said.