Because I don’t know what else to do….
Seeing the teacher this afternoon. Guts in a knot. Ate one biscuit. Wanted another. Stopped myself.
Took a photo of it instead.
Yesterday Jasper left his hat in his bag in the corridor at lunch time so could not go out in the sun. He sat undercover and watched the others running amok. No Hat No Play. The classroom is locked at lunch time. A no go zone. Perhaps this is because children might graffiti or vandalise. Perhaps someone might turn the word on the black board from lock to fuck. Even a girl.
the chook house 