“One Last Word…”
16 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
in "Stuff"
I have a good friend who teaches third grade. Today, she invited me to visit her school. They are learning all about authors and she asked if I would read, “Rosie Graduates from Kindergarten,” and “The Dog Who Loved Halloween” (two informal little books where I outfitted my dog in silly costumes, set to rhyme) to her class.
The kids were a great audience and asked some very intelligent and thought-provoking questions like, “How do you prepare to write a book?” and “How did you learn to write poems?” – One even invoking a very kind (and humbling) comparison to my favorite children’s author – Dr. Seuss!
As I prepared to leave, a boy named “Caleb” sweetly offered to escort me back to the school entrance. I remembered that he was one of the kids who asked some insightful questions during the class.
Walking together down the hall we chatted easily. Then he became quiet for a moment and said, “Is it okay if I ask you one last question?” With anticipation, I straightened myself up and gave him my full attention.
Then he said, “Do you dye your hair?”
