Pride goeth before a fall

Our Open House was Saturday. The family was here. I had several things out for them to look through...the lapbbooks the girls have made this quarter; the small display pages they've made for each artist and composer we've studied, as well as food that Izzi made. She made fruit salad, gluten-free cupcakes, and cucumber sandwiches. All the food got eaten, to my surprise. Anyway, I decided to just talk for a couple minutes about how proud I was of how hard the girls have worked during these nine weeks, and then let them talk about a government display board they'd made. (Because neither of them wanted to do anything in front of anyone, and that was our compromise). They did a good job and I was glowing with the knowledge a teacher gets of how she's passes on precious knowledge to her hungry students...then Izzi said quite clearly to the room at large, "I don't really remember any of this." Ahem. Nice.