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100 Days of Kindergarten
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Today was Marc's 100 Day celebration in Kindergarten - it's been 100 days since they started school. (the celebration is part of learning to count to 100) I help out every other Thursday and today just happened to be my day. One of the projects they did was they had to draw a picture of themselves when they're 100 years old and finish the sentence "When I'm 100 years old, I'm...".

Marc and a few other kids had the foresight to draw themselves with gray hair. LOL But they said they're going to do things like play video games or go rollerskating or be really good at tetherball. There was one boy who just couldn't figure out what to write or what he'd look like. So I asked him what his grandfather looks like and what his grandfather likes to do. His response? "My grandpa is only 63! That's not anywhere close to 100!" LOL

The teacher's example of what she's going to do was "When I'm 100 years old, I'm going to wear a purple dress." It made me giggle. :) I love the poem she was referencing, so I'm going to post it below, though I'm sure most people have read it before. ;) I think I ought to practice some before I get old too.

Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
By Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

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