i may be weary, but i am not weak...

Things I am pretty sure of:

There are at least two Komodo dragons living on my roof.

My kitten, Olivia, alternately thinks I am a cozy bed and something to climb and/or attack.

"In the womb of winter, summer seems a myth..." But it's not.


I'm just finishing up a three week tooth brushing program at the local pre-school/kindergarten. What a time, what a time... I'll say this: the world does not need comedians when there's a room full of 3-6 year olds learning how to brush their teeth. Each child was provided with a toothbrush and every weekday morning, I, along with the teacher, demonstrate and correct tooth brushing technique. Overall, the kids have been very enthusiastic about it and many caught on very quickly and are now able to model to and lead their classmates. The class consists of about 30 children, broken up into three tables, organized by age. Naturally, the older table is a bit ahead of the others in terms of ability, although the second table has come to be quite good. The third table... What to say about the third table? There are a couple of kids who have done very well, perhaps even on par with the children at the other tables. Others may need a bit more time. There's one girl who I just cannot get to stop chewing her toothbrush. On occasion, I've taken her toothbrush from her telling her the one single thing that she has to do is close her teeth and I'll brush for her. That lasts for about two seconds and then she's chewing again. Some of the toothbrushes at that table look like they've been used to scrub the floor for years. Of course, I'm sure my three-year-old self had tooth brushing blunders of her own.