G's smartie-school had student presentations on the Renaissance last night. Nothing like wandering through a room of 5th graders to remind me that I am one short woman.
G was an apothecary.
All the kids had 'ask me a question' prompts on their boards. After they gave their speech, we were supposed to interact with them while they were in character.
Me: So, Ms. Apothecary, do you have an assistant?
G: No, I don't. Some of the other apothecaries have had trouble with their assistants trying to poison them.
Me: . . .
I think she actually found something on that in her research.
Love, J
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