Lots of work with young writers today. Some of them were excited to be writing. Gleeful even. I want to support the peeps who are still trying to crack the code, but it's so hard not to be jazzed when you can actually read the writing of the kids who are starting to figure it all out.
Little Red Head took awhile to get writing. I told him to get busy, and he drew a huge X in the air, basically right in my face. I whispered to him, "I'm going to tell your teacher you just did that."
"Okay, sorry!" he said, as he picked up his marker and got back to work.
One other, unrelated event: I was asked to help out in the cafeteria today, so I grabbed my water bottle and headed into the fray. Set my water bottle down and walked about, supplying napkins, ketchup, and some words of friendship to the littles. When it was my time to leave --- no water bottle. Come to find out, hunterman threw my waterbottle away. He said he didn't know who owned it so he threw it away. And the trash had been removed already. I forgive Hunterman, but that waterbottle was one of my best waterbottles.