Sometimes, I only find out about things after the fact.
By accident.
Because someone else is told and I happen to be near enough to catch the info.
Apparently, on Thursday, Thursday being the day before Friday, and Friday being the day before today, my daughter had a basketball game.
I knew that.
She is a team manager and she gets to fold and unfold uniforms, hand out water bottles, take video and eat pizza.
She likes the last item best.
On Thursday, the team was getting ready to leave for Terre Haute. Terre Haute is a long , long drive on highway 70. It is about 90 minutes west of Indianapolis. After the school let out and before the team left, one of the mothers had brought food in, so the kids could have something to eat . No, not pizza, that was later.
Since school had let out a little earlier, and since Sarah had asked the interpreter to hang around a bit to make sure that Sarah had her questions answered in something a tad easier to communicate in than pantomime, the mom who had brought the food spotted this lady who was chatting with Sarah. Chatting as in signing.
She asked the woman, " Are you Sarah's wonderful mother?"
The interpreter, without missing beat, replied" No, I am Sarah's wonderful interpreter!"
Fortunately, since this is the regular , full time interpreter, the interpreter was right!
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