I am supposed to not goof around.
I am supposed to do my work.
I am supposed to sit on the keva (little risers the kids sit on for storytime, etc.).
I am supposed to look at teacher.
Just another day at school for William. We've been having some behavioral complications lately. Reading this paper made me laugh thinking about one-room school houses, writing "I will not's" on the board one hundred times. In the teacher's defense, she is so communicative with me. We talk often, me and Amy. I think we're becoming quite good friends.