What a great name!
I just conferenced with a student whose first name was "Dimple."
Unrelatedly, Daisy learned to clap yesterday. I believe it was from watching an older child in the playgroup we attended. Her clapping method is rather strange and awkward: she holds her left hand still and claps the right hand into it. Cute.
She was so into the clapping that it was hard to get her to go to sleep that night. As I rocked her, she sat there clapping and clapping and making noises of delight. Dear me.
Unrelatedly, Daisy learned to clap yesterday. I believe it was from watching an older child in the playgroup we attended. Her clapping method is rather strange and awkward: she holds her left hand still and claps the right hand into it. Cute.
She was so into the clapping that it was hard to get her to go to sleep that night. As I rocked her, she sat there clapping and clapping and making noises of delight. Dear me.
posted by Sarah Goss at 11:33 AM
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I only hope that Dimple's last name is something like Mcgillicutty. Or Farnsworth.
And maybe, just MAYBE, Daisy is finally showing you her appreciation by giving you the applause that you truly, truly deserve! :-)
Oooooh ... Or Wimple. Dimple Wimple.
Wait a minute -- Dimple, pronounced "dimple?" Not "deemplay" or something?
Yes-- Dimple. Rhymes with Wimple. Swear to God.
I once stood in line at an ice cream place behind a tiny girl in a pink dress. She was black, in braids with plastic clips at the ends. The name tag on the back of her dress (no, I don't know why she had one) said "Radiance." She may have been the only person ever to live up to the name. She was waiting so patiently, and then the guy in front of her ordered strawberry ice cream and when she saw it scooped up she cried with GREAT excitement, "Mama! Mama, I want a pink! Please I want a pink!" Mama calmly tried to collect the details: pink in a cup? In a cone? With malt? And she just kept exclaiming, "I want a PINK, Mama!" She was delicious.
I taught a girl named Omunique--pronounced, "Ah'm unique." Also taught a girl whose mother's name was Ova Grizzle. I swear.
And of course there's my friend Jennifer's son, Sprout. Before she was pregnant she used to say she would have four children: Sprout, Abacus Ibicus, Agamemnon, and Lisa. If you said anything about that last one, she would say either, "Yes, we want him to develop character," or "I just told you I was naming my third son Agamemnon and you're worried about LISA?" She really did name her son Sprout Alfaro, though. Sprout Philip Alfaro.
Sorry so talky. This is such a good topic.
I looooove it, Meghan. Aaaalll of it. Omunique!
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