Extra! Extra! Paige and the School Paper

When I got home from work the other day, Paige had some exciting news for me.

"Dad," she said, "I've decided to be editor of the school paper."

"Wow, okay," I replied. (Paige and I have spoken a few times about my illustrious career at the Murray Go Round. That's right. The high school paper was called the Murray Go Round.) "I didn't know that your school even had a paper."

"I just saw a poster in the hallway. It said to ask about it in the office."

So the next day, she marched right into the school office and did just that. Only, the results weren't so great.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"The office ladies said they didn't know anything about it." (Shocking.)

I asked her if she knew which teacher was in charge of the paper or where else she could turn for info. She said all she knew was what was on the poster--and the poster just told her to ask at the office.

And that was the end of that.

Until the next day when I picked her up from her book club.

"I know what you're going to ask me," she said, in the voice she uses to show me that it's totally annoying to even have a dad, "you want to know about the school paper."

"Yep. I was going to ask that."

"Well," she said, while turning and walking away from me--only to spin around dramatically and exclaim, "I GOT THE JOB!"

...

"I got the job" means something a little different to a grownup than it does to a second grader. To me, it meant someone had told her that she could, in fact, be the editor of the school paper. To Paige, it meant that the office ladies still didn't know about the paper, but the poster now had a signup sheet attached to it. Paige, being the first (and only) one to sign up, wrote her name and "editor" on the list.

Still pretty proud of her.