I hate all children except my own.
The meeting was less than a stellar success. My co-leader for tonight was also the cookie mom, so she had to load cookies into peoples cars, which meant I had to run it alone. The girls blew through the conversational lesson very quickly and with little attention. In fairness, I had very little for them to do besides talk and make a few faces, and I didn’t factor our three chatterbugs into this. They’re charming girls, but if there’s one thing those spirited little pixies don’t need, it’s tips on how to strike up a conversation.
The best part was coming out afterwards. The girls helped clean up some, in the scattershot way that seven-year-olds do, and I didn’t press it as much as I should have. I wound up cleaning up heaps of glitter, so we got out about 7:15. It was dark.
Emily looked up and said, “What are those dots?”
“Those are stars!” I said, “Look, there’s the constellation Orion!”
“What does it look like?”
“You see those four stars, with the line of three stars in the middle? The three stars are Orion’s belt, and the constellation is Orion, Orion the hunter. People think he looks like a hunter, hunting other constellations across the sky.”
“…Orion…”
She kept looking, to the point that she tripped a little as we were walking because she couldn’t take her eyes off the sky. So we stopped and watched for a while. We looked again at home. She was really interested. It was very nice.
I’m really wiped, and may not go to knitting tonight. We’ll see after she goes to bed.