Went to school. Burns is feeling better. Some kidding around about SARS yesterday (he could have sworn that he'd gotten it), and he'd cancelled his 8 and 9 AM classes yesterday because of voice loss, but was OK for us, his 10 AM... today we were the 9 AM. He remarked on this.
He coughed. Then Chris Roan or Adam [bald Adam] coughed. Burns commented that he didn't need to share with the whole class; it was bad enough that he, the teacher, was ill. (Of course, he was far more witty.)
Did I mention that I have skills with class clowning? Perfect opportunity, and the low-grade allergies are such that I can cough, with conviction, at any moment. COUGH!
Burns was amused.
Hung out in lab for a while. Nice fun. votania
showed up with Little Fayoumis, and he sat next to me, drawing Gir, while I played with LJ. We went to class, and Sheldon stopped in and told us that our teacher was on her way. Yay Sheldon! It turned out that McGuirk was out today, so we got ... um. Her name still escapes me [yes, yes, I did see the escape character in my head at this point...] but she is the pretty, dark-haired one who Darkside got along with so well.
Little Fayoumis worked on his homework, then drew. He's surprisingly good at that, for a kid his age. It's fun watching a picture evolve. It's not a static moment in time; anyone who's watched kids do art can tell you that. It's a process. First, the initial situation, then things happen, then more things happen, and finally, it's a muddy, scribbled mess, a mess that won't say anything to anyone who doesn't have it explained to them.
We came home, and he constructed his lunch. Am trying to teach him the importance of not leaving tasks in an unstable state, such as not the following:
Get juice out of refrigerator, get cup.
Get stepstool to stand on.
Knock over umbrella getting stepstool.
Hang up umbrella.
See backpack on living room floor, where it oughtn't to be.
Hang up backpack.
Look about to wander off.
Get called back to task by Loony.
Put away stepstool.
Put pitcher away in refrigerator.
...Ideally, he would have done this, and then
put the backpack away. At least he's to the point of noticing that the backpack belongs hanging up on his own...
Tried calling Blondie. No answer. Left voicemail. Going to read some nice W*ber, now...