Young Love

Someone has scratched I love Climber F. into the stairwell under the school library. When Climber and his posse discovered it they were bursting with curiosity to find out who had written it. Climber and I had a big chat about it. He wasn't sure how he should be feeling. I said I'd feel flattered that someone liked me enough to risk defacing school property. (I had to just try and imagine it, mind. To my knowledge no-one has ever scratched my name into anything. *le sigh*) But I said he shouldn't try and find out who it was. I said if it was scratched by someone he liked, he'd feel embarrassed in their company. And, if the person he liked found out he knew she'd written it, she'd be embarrassed round him. That's just way too much embarrassment for little 9-year-olds to cope with. And if it was someone he didn't like then he'd still feel embarrassed but also possibly revolted. Ignorance is bliss, I said. Just take the compliment and move on.


Climber and his current obsession: Meerkats.

Meanwhile, the gorgeous feisty tomboy in Cherub's class wrote this letter to Cherub.



(If there are parts of this letter that are incomprehensible to you, try inserting the following:
lots
sleep-overs
trade football cards
tiggy - ie chasies, tag)

I think it is an awesome letter, so open and enthusiastic and vibrant and affectionate. It may well be the best love letter he ever gets in fact. He thinks it's okay but he is far more interested in football cards, and wearing his new St Kilda jumper (early birthday present from Grandma and Pa) to school so he can show his friends.