Thursday, October 25, 2007
I ask Ben to count the balloons in the book, and he says, "one, two, three, four, five, six." I ask him to count them in Spanish, and he says, "uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis." They may not like him in school, but they do teach him things. Actually, things are going much better there. Ben's been sharing and painting and singing and generally happy. But when Ben's teacher tells us that she and her husband hunt bears and listen to Rascal Flatts and Garth Brooks, that is when Ryan and I realize that there will always be a certain amount of distance between her and us. There's nothing wrong with having differences, but in this case the chasm is simply too wide.