Tales From First Grade....

Today Emma brought home a bag of packages.  Remember how I told you her teacher had instituted a system of rewards and penalties involving "money"?  Interestingly enough, we've done pretty well remembering gym shoes and library books.  Each week Emma is able to earn more money.  Occasionally they are allowed to "shop" in her teacher's store. 

So, back to the packages she lugged off of the bus.  Can you believe that she shopped at the "store" and bought Christmas presents for everyone in our family?  And, she wrapped them.  The first thing she did when she walked up the steps from the garage - was to put the packages under the tree.  She is so excited to give us all of our presents. 

Yes, that says "to: my birther" - and "me" (she got herself a little something, it seems!).  

As we were waiting for Kate's bus, she told me about the drama surrounding the shopping.  Apparently, a little girl in her class shopped her little heart out and her grand total was $300.  She didn't have enough money and promptly started to cry.  Emma said they were trying to get their "morning work" done and Annie had to find a "quiet place to cry".  So, she went to the courtyard and cried until she felt better and then came back.  Isn't that the cutest/saddest thing ever?  First grade teachers should be sainted. 

Tomorrow I'm heading into Emma's school to decorate gingerbread houses!  I really can't wait - those little six-year olds are just too cute.  Then I'll get to share her birthday treat with her classmates - guess what she requested?  cinnamon rolls.  They are rising in the kitchen as we speak.  I'll try to remember to take pictures - no promises....