Reading to the Class

Like I posted earlier, today is a holiday for me but not for my daughter.  When I realized this last week, I emailed her teacher to ask her whether it was alright for me to come eat lunch with her and then to read a story to the class afterward.  I have eaten lunch with her before, but I have not visited the class during a school day since school has started.  Vi was very excited.  Which is good for me because I can use it as a good behavior bargaining chip.  “Do you want me to come read a story to your class?  Well, that’s a special treat, and only little girls who behave well get special treats.”  Not that ever behaves terribly, but there are times when I would like for her to stop asking me to color with her already and let me watch Desperate Housewives. 

Since lunch is not an early morning event, I had no problem getting there on time, even a few minutes early so that I had plenty of time to read over in the car the story that I had chosen to read.  Ten Little Mummies written by Philip Yates, appropriate because of the nearness of Halloween and the fact that they are beginning to learn their numbers.  I had wanted to bring pictures of pyramids and the Sphinx and real mummies, maybe even pick up some little mummy toys at a store and use as a visual aid as we counted backward from 10, but thought that might be a little much. 

After I signed in (with the same secretary with whom I had signed Vi in late earlier that morning), I waited in the lobby for her class to come by.