we tried to teach J not to throw sand from the sand & water table (now officially a water table) on her daughter G and/or us after she read a poem I've been working on--
J: Wow. This is really beautiful.
Me: Do you think it's too...
J: I think it's done.
Me: I don't know...
J: Why do you say that?
Me: Because it's not edgy, it's not dark. (pause) There's no violence in it. [laughing]
J: [w/ her stern teacher's face on] It's important to show growth as a poet.
Damn, she always knows the right thing to say, even w/ sand flying all over the place.