The Art of the Deal

At the park Kathleen was ready to leave, but the other kids were still playing. So I told her we would leave in 15 minutes. She counter offered 1 minute. I came down to 7 minutes. She came up to 5. I suggested that we split the difference at 6 minutes. She refused, insisting on 5 minutes. So I made her a deal. I agreed that in one minute I would accept her offer of 5 minutes. She counted to sixty and we struck the deal.

It took her till after we were back home to figure out my subterfuge. She is so angry that she is crying and insisting that her mother come up with a punishment for me.

I may have ruined Thanksgiving.

Pilgrims and Canadians

My daughter arrived home with colored pictures of both “pilgrims” and “native Americans” today (Note: some of the pilgrims were colored by my daughter with dark skin, and some of the “native Americans” with light skin). I quizzed her, to see what language they were teaching her to make sense of Thanksgiving.

Me (holding up a “pilgrim”): Who is this?

Kathleen: A Pilgrim.

Me (holding up a Native American male): And who is this?

Kathleen: A Canadian, I think.

Me (Holding up a Native American female): And who is this.

Kathleen: A Shaker … because she has a belt with bells on it.

My Conclusion: think it is safe to say that her school is not teaching them about Pilgrims and “Indians.” But it is not clear what they are teaching her about!