Knight school.
July 02, 2013

This past winter Donald noticed that Charlotte was increasingly speaking to him in French and asking him to read French books.  “I guess it’s time that I took a French class, isn’t it?” he said to me one night.  The next day he signed up for an evening French I course at the nearest community college.

The transition to Donald being gone two nights a week was a little bumpy, but not too bad overall.  I learned how to wrap the baby on my back so that I could tend to Charlotte’s night routine more easily.  And although Charlotte was a little bummed to miss out on valuable play-time with her father, I explained to her that her dad was learning French at “night school” so that he could play with her in French.

A few days ago, Charlotte came to me and asked me for a sword and a shield.  “A sword and a shield?” I repeated, bemused.

“Yes,” she answered pointedly.  “I need a sword and a shield.”

“What do you need a sword and a shield for?” I asked her.

She did not skip a beat.  “So that I can go to knight school with Daddy!  And I can be a knight like him!  And we can fight dragons together!”

(Shhhhhh, don’t tell the guest of honor, but upon her request Grandpa decided to make her a pair of wooden swords and shields for her birthday.)

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  1. By missjoules on July 03, 2013

    This is such a lovely story, and such a lovely thing for Donald to be doing!

  2. By on July 03, 2013

    Ahhhh, the world of knights and swords. As the mom of two boys, I sewed an awful lot of silver and gold lame fabric. It makes lovely suits of armor. Each boy designed his own coat of arms: a shield shape filled with a mosaic of fabric scraps and I made it up and appliqued it to the chests of their armor. Gold or silver sequins on a wide band of stretchy material made a great crown when sewn into a “head band”.  The same sequined elastic makes a great belt that can hold your sword at your waist.  Hours and hours of fun battling in the back yard.

  3. By on July 03, 2013

    Oh that is such a great story. Love the minds of little ones. :)





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