I need your help.
Katies is learning how to differentiate fact from opinion in her reading class. On the way to school Monday I showed her the nifty cool socks I was wearing. They were orange and black and white striped with googly-eyed bats on the sides. I told her everyone loves them and everybody wishes they had some.
She told me that was just an opinion.
Stupid education.
I told her heck, no! It is a fact that everyone in the world loves my socks and wants a pair of their own. A fact, I tell ya!
She told me facts can be proven.
I told her I could prove it.
You see where this is going, don't you? If you would be so kind as to send a note, a postcard, a letter or a scrap of oily paper to Katie and tell her how much you love my socks and how much you wish you had a pair just like them, it would be verrry helpful. Heh heh. There is a link in the sidebar you can click to send me an email and I will provide you with the address for your "Dear Katie" cards and letters. Thank you in advance for helping me to maintain the precarious balance of power in the spooky household.
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Now this can be fun!
~whispers but I have my own Halloween socks and do not want yours~
How do I know I love them? Lets see them..
May I see them/ I want to form my own opinion... er, I mean, fact about them.
Trust me! Y'all love 'em!
(Actually I had planned to post a picture, but that meant digging through the dirty clothes and I just haven't gotten it - or the laundry - done.)
Wrong movie. Try Mel Brook's History of the World Part I. The part where King Louis XVII calls Harvey Corman's character "Count de Money" and the Count starts to say Monet. The King says "Don't correct me!"
That's a good line to use with children until they have children of their own.
Aww, reading about your socks makes me sad. I am pouting because the dog ate the knob that holds the toe thing on my color change flip flops which I purchased on my recent trip. They turned to bright pink in the sun...
I got a few cool cemetery photos while I was away. Will post them soon. The dog can't eat them, they are in the computer (though, come to think of it, he did pull my little memory card wallet out of my camera bag and would have eaten the card had he gotten the wallet open. Dogs are such animals.)
Give it up. Power changes. Just try to enjoy the ride.
From: Mother of manBoy who knows it all somedays and nothing at all the next.
Well, at least Katie's school is trying to teach her a skill that'll be useful in the real world. If only my college students could distinguish fact from opinion!
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