Copying

I learned some things about Holly yesterday.
I have to be careful how I put it because it won't be long before she figures out the internet and starts reading every blog entry I've ever written.  (You might think that's an exaggeration, but time is relative.)

Anyway, Holly is the kind of kid I was, and the kind of kid her mom was.
Yesterday was library day, and when Kelsea got to school to get Holly, she was sitting on the balance beam, reading her library book.  Kelsea tells me that other kids were talking to her, encouraging her to play with them, but she was too excited about her book "Pinkalicious," about a girl who ate so many pink cupcakes that she turned pink.  Kelsea immediately thought about the youngest kid on the show "The Middle,"  who is named Brick, and who reads during everything.  (We recommend that show for anyone who has kids or has ever been a kid.)
So that was the first thing.

The second thing has to do with the title, which I'm sure you were wondering about.
Also yesterday, Holly got a progress report.  Usually, I don't see those, but I get input from Kelsea about any problems.  Yesterday, though, I was sitting at the computer when Kelsea had Holly bring her progress report to me.  She had all "A"s and "B"s, and I pointed out her highest percentage was in math.  I said something like "you're the best at math."  Then she told me that sometimes, a classmate copies her work.    Kelsea told me that Holly told her teacher about it, so Holly and the girl who copied her work aren't friends anymore.  Holly added that the copier gets moved around now, so that she can't copy Holly's work.

It made me a little sad to know that Holly told on her friend, but I had to be positive since she was only trying to do what was right.  It made me think about what I had done as a kid.  I never let anyone copy my work, but I don't think I ever told a teacher, either.  I was proud of Holly, and sad at the same time.  Cheating is wrong, but I wish she had told that to her friend, not the teacher.  Maybe that's a lot to expect of a first-grader, though.