One of the kids' beloved Aunties is a kindergarten teacher. She taught a unit on the letter D. She wrote a book—Dexter--and they did illustrations and made up characters and all kinds of stuff. They did a whole unit, multiple days, on the letter D.
That knocked me out. Sure, in high school you have to read novels and poetry and learn about metaphor and . . . other things in writing (pencils?), but you lose that focus on the details. Which starts with D.
In kindergarten, they fully explore D. They look at D from every angle. Inside and out. They crawl into D’s skin and walk around in D’s shoes. They really find out what makes D tick.
Thinking about that made me think of this:
A gruff, old-school, newsroom editor-type in front of a bunch of kids:
Editor: (forcefully) I want you to give me the dirt on D, you hear? What does D do in his spare time? Does D drink? If so, is it Dos Equis or Drambuie or what? I want to know every D detail.
You, whaddya got?
Little Boy: (reading from note pad) D is married to a nice girl named Deloris, but he steps out daily for dalliances with other dames.
Editor: D is for dog, eh? Good work, Daniels. (turns)What about you?
Little boy 2: (Nervously shuffles papers) D is for Dinosaur.
Editor: D is for Dinosaur? No shit? Wow. Does it come after C, too, by any chance? Jesus Christ! How about this? D is for Dunce because you gave me Diddly!
Listen. I want to know everything about D. Where he eats. Where he sleeps. I want you up D’s derriere with a goddamn flashlight! Does D have dingleberries? I wanna know!
Alright alright. Desist.
(Leans forward, hands on desk)
D is out there. Right now. Doing things. Dollars to donuts D is dishing out dead presidents and deciding dogma for the Department of Defense as we speak.
C’mon you douche-bags, get out there and get me D!
I almost forgot:
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