The Peace

 So it's getting to be the time of year when I've gotten maybe too close to The Thirdlanders.  It always happens eventually, sometimes sooner, sometimes later.  We're at the point where they feel like we're all on an even playing field and they're basically me and I'm basically them.  They come in each morning, offer a hug and then start in on the advice about how the day should go.   They ask what Husbandman made for dinner last night.  They tell me why we need 5 more minutes of extra recess.  They suggest I purchase another soccer ball for them because sometimes they get two games going. They interrupt my lessons to tell me something that happened to their dog last night.  They walk up to me in the middle of a lesson and tell me they need to talk to me about something important. They thank me for a good lesson with an added, "That was actually interesting.  We should try this again."   They ask for my phone so they can take my picture after I shoot a stunning basket at recess.  They tell me to make a peace sign for the photo.  It's a schizophrenic time, as you can well imagine, but a bit fun too.  But I've probably got to work on re-establishing some basic procedures and routines.