Pledge of Allegiance, and an Astute Observation
Shortly after we got home, Henrietta told us that they’re learning the Pledge of Allegiance at school:
“I don’t remember the words yet. But I remember the pose!”
at which point she walked out to the hall, where we have an old American flag that belonged to Ben’s great-aunt Barb, and put her hand over her heart:
Her great-grandfather would be proud.
Getting ready for bed, talking about Day 2 of Kindergarten, Henrietta observed:
“Mommy, my new Kindergarten is like Camp Bulldog [the child care provided at Yale reunions].”
“How’s that?”
“Well, I don’t know the teacher or kids that well. But everybody’s very nice!”