School Days

So, the school decision is finally over. The FYO is going to a neighborhood catholic school, Annunciation.

The other night at dinner, the FYO asked

Why do I have to go to that school?

Out of the blue, like most of her questions and statements. And then she added

Its so GODY.

I heard "gawdy" and was confused. The school itself is DARLING from the outside. Not gawdy in the least. And when had she begun to develop her own architectural aesthetic anyway? I mean, we have been talking about the Walker's new building but hell! Gawdy???

But then I understood her newly invented adjective. . . God - y. Which I guess, really is not that much different.

No idea where she got that.

When we explained the cultural aspect of our choice she seemed to get it.

But I wanna go where [her cousin] goes!

But she obviously doesn't yet get the urban/suburban split yet and all the personality ramifications that go with it. Her cousins live in a way northern suburb that is a) even MORE pale, b) devoid of sidewalks and c) only close to chain restaurants and coffee shops.

On our way out of the neighborhood overpriced boutique grocer (which happens to be across the street from Annunciation and therefore nearly assuring them of our business for the next nine years) we stopped to put the receipt into the little Annunciation box.

Why are we doing that? She asked.

Oh. [Guessing.] I think that this store will give your school some money if we do this. You know, money for learning aids, like computers.

So I can email you?

Absolutely.

Priceless.