*Isobel’s class has all the kids doing holiday cards for each other- they’ll be making mailbags in class to collect the cards from their classmates. So, of course they’re due on WEDNESDAY, and we just started them today… anyway, we get to the card for a kid named J. (who is not a popular kid, Is has told us time and again that he does things the other kids don’t like, and he thinks he’s being funny when he’s not, and most of the kids don’t like him. Is is decorating the cards…*
“So, Is, what do you want to do on J.’s card? Glue some sequins, draw a picture… you don’t have to write ‘love, Isobel’ at the end, if you don’t want to, you can write ‘from Isobel’ instead…”
“No, Mommy, I’m going to make a good happy picture, and make him a really nice card, because maybe it will make him happy.”
“You are absolutely the nicest person I know, Is.”
“And I’m gonna put explanation marks after love, so then he’ll be really happy, because I’m shouting my love.”
Why, Mommy? 