The kids attend their “special” classes once a week.  These include library, gym, art and music.  They love them ALMOST as much as the teachers who drop them off do. (Bring ‘em early and pick ‘em up late.  BEEPL, my friends.)

Today I slipped into the music room a bit early because I always love to watch the singing and dancing that our amazing music teacher inspires each week. (She’s hands DOWN incredible.  I kid you not.)

I tried to slip in unnoticed, but quickly saw Julia sitting on one of the risers a bit away from the group.  (What a surprise.) Her arms were crossed and she raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders when I glanced her way.

I sat next to her without a word, and watched the class quietly.   Mrs. Begg said to the class, “Now, we’re going to sing that song one more time- and use your best, most beautiful voices!!”

Julia turned to me  as if we were two friends lounging at the pool talking about the woman in the bikini, “She always says that.”  And with her hand in front of her mouth so only I would hear, “She’s kind of crazy that way.”