The End

Little second grade talkative peep was avoiding taking a hideous reading test on a handheld wireless device. His stories were actually pretty interesting so that was part of the problem.

After I reminded him for the 5th time to get started reading he launched into a heartfelt tale of woe. "My dog died and that made me really sad. My dog died in the car. He did. He died in the car. My dog died in the car."

I feared suffocation or heat stroke, and I timidly asked, "Were the windows up?"

"No," he told me. "She was already sick in the house. It was her time to die. But my mom got her in the car to rush her super fast to the vet and she was so nervous my mom went the wrong way."

"So your dog died on the way to the vet?"

"No! She died on the opposite way to the vet."

I tried not to laugh, and mumbled out a sincere apology for his loss.

"It's okay," said Drew. "It was my dog's time to die."

It seemed fitting that in the midst of all this week's literacy testing I got to hear a great story that involved love, pain, and nuttiness.

And it's time for the end of the April literacy blogging challenge. I loved all of it. Let's do it again sometime, THANKS SO MUCH, KC, Dan, Shef, Dobby, John, Gina, Shannon, Mary, Rosalyn! AND THANKS TO ALL OF YOU WHO READ THE BLOGS AND EVEN COMMENTED. WAY TO SUPPORT! Let's bring on those May flowers.