Our oldest daughter, Dawn (the one with seven children) telephoned us two nights ago to apologize. I was unaware of her offense as was my wife. Dawn explained. It seems her daughter, Lindsay (the first-year fourth-grade teaching granddaughter) had told her Mother that Nana and Boompa were sending a 'surprise goodies' package to her students. When our daughter learned from the granddaughter that the package had not arrived as per the U.S Postal time frame expectations and the package contained school-related items worth $25.00, plus a $10.00 mailing cost, Dawn told Lindsay, "That's stupid; Nana and Boompa are foolish; they should save the postage cost and just send you money to buy the classroom items." I am guessing that our daughter felt that her comment might get back to us thus she called with the apology. (Note: My wife and I are definitely losing brain-cell-power every day, however we still can converse with Wal Mart shoppers, football tailgaters, pro-wrestling fans and NASCAR folks).
Well, the package arrived yesterday and guess who is looking 'foolish' now? That would be our lovely all-knowing eldest female child, Dawn! Lindsay's fourth-grade class was less than properly behaved that day. When an office person brought the large white package into the room and placed it upon the teacher's desk, students immediately noticed the 'red-color' printed notes all around the box; little learning-encouragement suggestions. Suddenly, every student needed their pencil sharpened and an parade of nosey 10-year old children slowly made a trek past the looming mysterious box. "What's in the box Ms. O'Keefe?" "Who is the box for, Ms. O'keefe?" Ms. O'Keefe answered saying, "The box is sent to our class and I assume whatever is inside the box is for YOU, however, we have not had the best behavior day so we will wait to open the box tomorrow!"
When our teaching granddaughter telephoned to tell us that the box had arrived, she relayed the excited reaction and comments from the students adding, "The brief school time remaining, the entire class sat still with a locked mesmerising fixation on the box."
We told Lindsay to tell her students that the items in the box are gifts from a 'phantom friend of learning' and they would be receiving a gift box every month until the end of the school year; the last box will have a photo of the 'Phantom Friend.' Now the teacher was excited.
Our daughter, Dawn was surprised by the excitement generated by the gift-box received in the mail and telephoned with her acknowledgement/apology.
About ten years ago, Nana and Boompa conducted a week long grandchildren; camp called, 'Naboo.'
We continued with the Naboo camp for six consecutive summers for most of our 15-grandkids. Give us credit; we know what 'floats-a-kids'-boat!'
There is a moral to this exercise: Never stop 'thinking' like a kid!
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