Sometimes you're down...
So the song goes...but...then you get a photo of a talking crow from Tobermory sent to you, or a photo of a dog and its teddy friend from academia...Oh really? Yes! There are still imaginative adults out there who actually relate to children properly, in this cynical and suspicious society.
So now my class want to learn some French to talk to Flappy. This bloggy thing is growing like the beanstalk!! How will we handle dogspeak?
What I hadn't bargained for was the parental knockon effect. So there I am, shopping in Tesco....If we have Spencer to stay what do you want us to do?
How do I att a picture to email to you? Put on the blog? Does my P3 need her own blogger account? How do I do that for her? Can you handle video? It's really important who Spencer goes to next...where do you need me to take him?
And the really good thing....All the children who have had the boy to stay...have emailed me with the diary. Are they not just special? Don't they just deserve a bit of my time to make sure their Aunties and Grannies, wherever they live in this world, can see what they have done. Am I proud of them? Too true!!! As I keep saying...Give them the tools! (That work!!!!!!!)