Happy New Year to me and mine....

I spent last night trying to help Kate write a different conclusion to Catcher in the Rye. It quickly became apparent that I had read the book so long ago that I couldn't remember the end and certainly had no idea that everything in it was symbolic. Maybe it's better that I just read it in a clueless manner. In fact I had to ask what a catcher in the rye was. So you see. During this new term Kate announced that she studying World War 1 and she told me how interesting it was...And last week she started reading Sppok's gift, Le Petit Nicholas et ses copains, out loud with me and seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. We are not our children and they are not us. But I am knocked out by Kate's intellectual curiousity which I think only occured in my late 20's.

Bravo for her