Me: Well hello, Mr. H.J.H Pereira.
Hank: Hello, Mama McGoo.
Me: How was your day? Do tell me everything and when you get to the end, stop.
Hank: (deep sigh) My day was good. So many things to tell you. (dropping his book bag on the table, opening it) First, I got this book from the library. I am excited to read it. It is poems about jardim de infância (kindergarten). It is a whole story told one poem at a time.
Me: You love poems.
Hank: I do. There is a whole world in a poem. And today while we were outside at the second intervalo (recess) it started raining a little bit so we started walking backed to the covered areas in the rua (playground) and then, I have never seen this before in my life, it was only raining a little tiny bit. How do you call that, mama?
Me: Sprinkling, we call that sprinkling in English.
Hank: Yes, it was sprinkling, but then all of a sudden it was like WHOOSH and buckets of water fell out of the sky all at once…
Me: That is called pouring rain.
Hank: Yes, it was pouring and some kids were still by the campo (natural area of the playground) and they were soaked by the time they got under cover. It was amazing.
Me: Did you get soaked?
Hank: Nope. I was lucky. Then I had swimming school which was great (deep sigh) but… I think I am overworked. Isn’t that what you and papa say? I am so very tired because I did everything and everything was a little bit much.
Me: (roaring with laughter, pulling him into a big hug) That is exactly what overworked feels like.
Hank: I feel good that I got all the things done, but after I do my homework I just need to fall on the couch with my sister and rest. Is that okay?
Hank: Do you need any help with anything? I will need to help you now because after my homework I will be no help to anyone.
Me: (giggling) No, thank you. I have everything under control.
Hank: (yawning, nodding, opening his notebook)
Me: (beaming with pride)