It's Labor day weekend (must remember to put those white heels away), and the weather is an excellent 83 degrees. We went to one of our favourite parks, Richardson Nature Center, which we last saw sometime pre-April for the ice-carving when it was the coldest we ever experienced and bridgjo ran back to the car holding T, yelling "We have to go back to Whitby to warm up!" (though I might have imagined the last bit).
Today was the tagging of the Monarch butterfly. This involves hordes of pre-schoolers running around the prairie (no little house to be seen) with enormous nets terrifying the wild-life. The idea being that we caught one and took it back to be tagged. This seemed to involve sticking a post-it on its wings ("which in no way would effect its ability to fly"). They had obviously got wind of this, as there was not a single butterfly to be seen, regal or common.
Their flight-path takes them down to the hills of Mexico, where local street urchins are urged to seek them out, getting paid $5 for each butterfly recovered.
We went to Yum! on the way home. Excellent tuna-burger, but a rather shabby espresso - I think they used old coffee-grounds, but didn't have it in me to complain.
T goes to school on Tuesday. It was Open Day on Friday. It's the same teacher, and the same class-room, but this year (for First Grade) the story mat has been removed and the group tables have been replaced with desks in rows. She now has a pencil-case (I am still a kid - frisson of excitement went through me when I saw all the kit) and a HOMEWORK DIARY! This scares me obviously more than it does T. That she (1) has homework and (2) needs a diary to remind her.
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