I had to bring some grant applications from my employer to school today -- we are raising money for new playground equipment, because the PTA informs us that there are a whole bunch of kids and very few playground options that do not include torture, which means that a lot of the kids are bored, and this is Very Bad.

As I turned the corner into the main lobby, I saw The Boy's teacher.

We made eye contact.

I smiled.

She turned and walked rather swiftly in the opposite direction.

There are nine and a half weeks left in the school year. Perhaps I should restrain myself from writing any more notes . . .