Today I am having a frustrating day with Finley's teacher, and I just want to take the evening to fume. Nothing terrible, but I just wish her teacher would get on the same page with Mat and I and TRY. TRY to work with us and understand Finley's indepth needs. But yet - we sit here again - second verse, same as the first.
I will elaborate further once we have a conference with her.
In the mean time, I will leave you with something Finley said today.
Finley: "mommy, when I grow up, I want to live in a pink house with Mary"
Me: "Oh! When you get married, you want to live in a pink house?"
Finley: "NO mommy, I want to live with Mary."
Me: "Who's Mary?"
Finley: "My cat."
Great. She is going to be the crazy cat lady in a pink house. Awesome.
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