I don’t want to look a gift cornucopia in the mouth, but the photo above (even cockeyed, I’m not sure why it went vertical when it’s supposed to be a horizontal shot) seems to embody some of the problems we’re having in second grade.

This came home with Sophie yesterday. I recall something similar — but much messier — coming home with Annabelle in second grade.

“Did you make this, Sophie?” I asked.

“Yes.”

Um, okay. I’m not going to pry. But it’s obvious she didn’t — and I wonder if she was even in the room when the whole cornucopia mosaic thing happened. You probably can’t tell, but there is one piece of purple paper in the middle of the brown cone, so maybe she got started then was pulled away — to speech therapy, occupational therapy, physical therapy, adaptive PE, or the resource room. And some well-meaning adult finished the job.

Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Really and truly, I’m going to shake off the cornucopia blues and enjoy Thanksgiving. Nothing to worry about — til Monday, anyway.