Yes, she went to school like this.

Sparkly shoes, striped knee socks, striped leg warmers, shorts and a T-shirt. With a sparkly headband, natch. She made everyone smile.

My heart leaps up…title of a poem by William Wordsworth…now I know the ‘meaning’ of the poem…

Daddy gets to sleep in once in a while and, during one of those ‘whiles’ June had been up an hour or so popping up to our room trying delicately to wake my tired ass up. First she tried her funny face succinctly followed by jumping on me which was not kindly received. I’m squinting so I can see the action without letting on. She disappears, and then comes up sometime later, now armed with a thumb piano to gently wake me up….this ‘fails’ but is fondly remembered by me. She disappears, and then comes back. This time my eyes are closed but prepared for cymbals, pile driver, harmonica, something big when she gently kisses me on the forehead. My heart leaps up…

We are at the local pool we belong to and me and Chooky -Kean are hanging out at the baby pool, while mama and june go to the big pool. At some point while playing with Chooky, I pretend to cry-I do this with the kids periodically, especially when they are crying, as it makes them wonder “what the hell is he crying about?” and they inevitably stop. This time my crying immediately invokes Chooky to come right over to me and kiss me on the cheek! My heart leaps up…I tell mama and June when they get back and they immediately start to fake cry and they receive an instant, selfless kiss/hug combo!

For the record, I don't wear make-up.

June: Mama, I want to paint up here (points to her eyelids).

Mama: Oh really. What color?

June: Blue. And I want to wear it to school.

Can we continue this conversation later, like in 13 years?