The Pixie asked,
“Mom did you know . . .wait. What is that class?”
I don’t know.
“The class that is there?”
I really don’t know? P.E.?
She turned to her brother, “Pirate what is that other class we go to?”
He did not look up from his book but intoned, “Hmm?”
“It is when we go therrrre.”
“Where?” he asked while he flipped a page.
“THERRRE.”
He glanced up, “Mr. Miyaki?”
“No. It is not P.E. it is the other therrrre. Like when we go there, but not therrrre, but we turn at the corner and go therrre.”
“Music?”
“No Pirate! It is not that there. It is not Mr. Miyaki OR Music. It is when we (she stood up for emphasis) do not go therrre but we turn and walk there and turn there and go therrrrrrrre.”
His brow furrowed, “Art?”
“YES!"
“Mom! When we go to art did you know there are cool colors and warm colors?”
The Pirate went back to his book.