Revision: British for Studying

A short reminder text Hank sent from school. This boy.

A short reminder text Hank sent from school.



Me: (internally panicked that I have forgotten something) Tomorrow? What’s so exciting about tomorrow?

Hank: (slack jawed eye-roll) Duh, mom, my Amazon-Spain order arrives.

Me: (relieved) OH, also be kind.

Hank: Sorry, my excitement made me sassy.

Me: I have a deep, abiding love for all things stationary and school supplies, but I feel you have surpassed even me when it comes to such things.

Hank: I know I am weird, but I am so excited about my new Japanese pencil case, pens and especially the mild-lighters.

Me: Which are like high-lighters…

Hank: But mild.

Me: Meaning not day-glow and blinding.

Hank: Exactly.

Me: Those do sound exciting, but what I find even more thrilling is your attention to studying and raising your grades at school.

Hank: I love revision!

Me: I love that you say revision instead of studying like a proper British pre-school kid.

Hank: That is how my English teacher says it.

Me: Well, she is training y’all for the Cambridge Exam so bravo, pip-pip and tallyho!

Hank: I really love doing well in school and feeling prepared in class and I don’t even miss all the video games I used to play all day long! Now, it is like they are more special because I only really play them on weekends, accept for Animal Crossing.

Me: You waited three years for Animal Crossing-New Leaf I would hope it still holds your attention.

Hank: It is the cutest and my favorite game and perfect for 15 minute study breaks.

Me: Buddy, I will invest in your passions as long as you show me a return on my investments. In the immortal words of your father, “Talent needs supplies.”

Hank: Good revision is a talent! It isn’t easy until it becomes easy.

Me: Until it becomes routine.

Hank: Yes! And now I can’t imagine not revising every day. It’s like you said, “5-9th grade are the foundation.”

Me: And you can’t build a house on a shaky foundation and expect it to last.

Hank: (sigh) When I come home tomorrow it is going to be the best day ever. I even know exactly the spread I am going to make in my bullet journal first!

Me: You do you, pal, you do you and be happy.

Hank: (practically skipping out of the room) I AM SO HAPPY!



We All Have A Skeleton (A Conversation with Molly)

Take your daughter to work day! Molly with the research psychologists at University of Minho.

Take your daughter to work day! Molly with the research psychologists at University of Minho wearing her “Power Ranger” sensors.


Juliana (psychology grad-student researcher): Now Amália would you like to play a game?

Molly: YAH! I a Power Ranger! (showing off her cool head and wrist band sensors worn for the experiment)

Juliana: You are a Power Ranger? Wow!

Molly: Yah! (showing off her Power Ranger moves)

Juliana: I am have a puzzle just for Power Rangers.

Molly: Hurray!!!

Juliana: (placing a puzzle in front of Molly to put together, the kind of puzzle where you remove a puzzle piece with the exterior of a food and underneath you see what is on the inside of the food) What Power Ranger are you?

Me: Are you the Red Power Ranger, the Blue Power Ranger?

Molly: I all dem.

Me: She’s all of them.

Juliana: Wow.

Molly: (removes the fish puzzle piece)

Me: Look Amália, this is the fish skeleton.

Molly: WHAT!?! Loooooook, Juliana! SKELETON FISH!

Juliana: Yes, those are the bones of the fish.

Molly: You like skeleton, Juliana?

Juliana: No, I don’t like skeletons, I am scared of them.

Molly: (serious) They not scary.

Me: Amália loves the skeleton.

Molly: (nodding, jumping to her feet, pointing) You have one! You have one skeleton!

Me: Amália’s best friend is also scared of skeletons so I told her to help her friend not be scared she could explain we all have a skeleton so we shouldn’t be scared of them.

Molly: Juliana, you have skeleton! You have a coluna (spine). You have crânio (skull).

Juliana: I do! I won’t be scared anymore.

Molly: You no scared. You have skeleton! You no scared anymore!

Juliana: Amália, can we play another game?

Molly: Sure!




Pinterest is a website where you can save any information attached to a web address to specific Pin Boards displaying their image and a short description; much like a digital bulletin board that allows you to organize the beautiful chaos of the internet.


Hank: What are you looking at, mom?

Me: Pinterest.

Hank: Really? (scoffs)

Me: What?

Hank: No offense, mom, but you’re like so not a Pinterest-Mom.

Me: There is a such thing as a Pinterest-Mom?

Hank: Oh yah.

Me: But I enjoy Pinterest so why exactly do I not fall into this category of mom?

Hank: Because, like, a Pinterest-Mom is the kind of person who makes everything from scratch and then like organizes everything in cute bins with labels and enjoys cleaning.




Hank: And also you can’t be a Pinterest-Mom because of like your arthritis because hot glue guns and crafts and stuff.




Hank: But of course you know how to make things from scratch and you’re a great cook and at Christmas you make all of the decorations, like with a glue gun and by hand, but it’s like not your purpose in life, you know?

Me: Ohhhhhhhh!

Hank: Yah. I mean you could be a Pinterest-Mom, but you have books to write and things to do that make you happier.

Me: Meaning I can compete with the Pinterest-Moms, but their level of devotion does not bring me joy.

Hank: Yes, but compete only with a glue gun and artsyness and stuff. Cleaning and organizing and home decor…

Me: Are more your thing.

Hank: Exactly!

Me: So what you’re trying to say is that if we combine our efforts we’d make one Pinterest-Mom.

Hank: Yes.

Me: But who has time for that, anyway?

Hank: Right, not us! What are you on Pinterest for anyway?

Me: To research meal planning and prepping. Apparently, it is a thing your papa wants to do.

Hank: Oh my god, mom, papa is so a Pinterest-Dad.

Me: Truth.

Hank: Don’t ever show him Pinterest or every weekend…

Me: We’d be home-improving and hot gluing!

Hank: Yah, no way. I value my pajamas too much!

Me: Hot glue ruins pajamas.

Hank: YAS!