Last night I stayed late at the TFA office to copy the last several packs of books for my kids' summer reading bags.
The copy machine jammed twice -- one of those big copiers that you have to roll apart and then crawl on the floor to get into the burning-hot nooks and crannies where the paper may or may not be lodged. I had already gone through three reams of paper. While waiting I was assembling a packet, so my hands were dry and itchy. Needless to say I was sweating.
Then, someone came into the room. "Whatcha doing there?"
"Making books for my kids for the summer."
"Aww... that's so cute."
Excuse me? Cute? What part of the summer reading drop is cute? What part of this project doesn't come from a place of fear and frustration that my kids will likely drop off over the summer? In other words, what part of this is cute?
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