First grade down, eleven to go

The report card speaks for itself. In fact, it pretty much spoke for the parent-teacher conference as well. I sat down in the miniature chair at the little round table and the teacher passed me the report card. I glanced it over while she said, "Robin is doing very well. She has good reading comprehension, a good understanding of the math and science concepts, and she's doing well socially. Is there anything you would like to discuss?" I couldn't think of anything, so I picked up the list of what she should bring to the field trip on Sunday and that was pretty much that.

I have to wonder, though, at the evaluation from the art teacher, who provided a hand-written note for each child rather than a numerical grade. "All of her expression is found in her work," it says. "She is a child of few words."

Few words? This child of mine, whose recounting of a television show generally runs 75% of the original show time? Whose favorite activity for the past week has been to recite the poem they've been learning for the pageant on Wednesday--not just the verse assigned to her, but the other 10 verses as well?

So. She's a child of few words. Well, now we know.