I had a post entitled “The Banes of My Existence” all ready to go, but I deleted it.
It was a list. Of ten things. It began with a complaint that Hannah almost missed the bus this morning because she couldn’t find a single hair clip to move the overgrown bangs away from her eyes, even though I bought two packages of ten just last Sunday.
Where do the hairclips go? Why can’t she keep track of them? Are they currency in her classroom, like cigarettes in prison? I’m starting to wonder.
See? Too whiny.
So we’ll play a game instead.
This is a photograph of the current state of affairs under Hannah’s desk. How many items can you identify?
Points will be awarded for each correctly identified object. Bonus points (and my eternal thanks) if anybody finds hairclips.