Daphne is sick of the cold, snowy weather. So is everyone else. Believe me, there is not a person left in Iowa who would be writing romantic sentiments about how beautiful the snow is right now. She was very excited the other day when I was driving her home from preschool and she saw grass. Actual grass. Of course it isn't green yet, but brown grass is better than icky snow.
Daphne who is most certainly a future annoying student who knows all the answers. You know, the one who sits on the front row and corrects the teacher's spelling mistakes. Ya, that is her. I am tempted to let her smell the bleach in order to lower her IQ. (JUST KIDDING FOLKS)
Anyway, she woke up one morning this week and told me all about how the kids in school get in trouble for not using alliteration. Alliteration?? Yes. She told me that the kids at school don't know that Daphne Daisy Daffodil is alliteration. I asked her what her teacher thought of that and she said, "Oh, she doesn't want to know about that stuff." Ya, I bet she doesn't want a 4-year old schooling her on poetry terms.