This month we're learning about space. I taught the kids about all eight planets. My very excellent mother just showed me eight.... shit. Pluto got plutoed (2006 word of the year as voted by the American Dialect Society) and it's just hard to imagine my solar system without it. But that's not the story. A T.A. was over at the art table making a "space box" basically a diorama with glitter and string and planet awesomeness...anyway. The sun got hung. And mercury. Then comes Venus. Two kids and that T.A. were painting it a lovely shade of brownish-orange when I hear N., age 5, say, "I like Venus because it rhymes with penis."
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