We have this crappy free-gift-with-purchase travel mug that Carlie loves to drink out of, for whatever strange reason. Last night when Carlie unloaded the dishwasher, she found the travel mug in two pieces, the "insulated" plastic inner part was completely unattached and separate from the fancy chrome exterior, rendering the travel mug completely useless and ready for the garbage can.
She took the pieces out of the dishwasher and said, "LOOK! THE MUG HAS A SECRET COMPARTMENT!"
Rather than rushing her to the nearest testing facility for an IQ test, I choose to see this as an example of her youthful optimism and joy for life.
And it's that attitude that I hope is on full display when she gets home from school this afternoon and discovers that she did not get accepted into the Art School, the one that she interviewed for while sick as a dog. The letter arrived, the letter that she has had a stomachache over for the last several days, waiting for it to arrive.They accepted 90 fifth graders to attend for sixth grade for the 2010-11 school year. They had 383 applicants. "If openings become available, students will be invited from the top of the waiting list to fill those vacancies."
I've got 90 minutes to decide if we are (a) happy (b) sad (c) disappointed or (d) indifferent, before I pick her up from school.