Hey you, stop doing that.
Penny and Mike -- the only reason she agreed to let Jesse be in the stroller on our walk the other night.Somehow it has become tradition that Mike take the kids to school on their first day. I like it. The whole thing always makes me nervous and I like sending them off with dad. Plus, once he returns, he tells me all the little details that he knows only I would need to hear:
-- Daisy sat right down and started coloring -- with a yellow crayon -- she seemed to know the girl she was sitting by.
-- Goldie had a little name tag to put on but was trying to find a place to put it where it wouldn't cover the design on her shirt -- her teacher put it up high near her shoulder for her.
-- Etc. He's good at that.
Who are you trying to fool young lady? You won't be a school girl for a good three years yet.
But, no one can claim you don't use some cool words.
You yell in panic, "Pib up! Pib up!" when Jesse has spit up on the carpet.
You love "the finkle song" -- otherwise known as "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."
You often request a "feet" (a treat).
Oddly, you like nothing more than a nice piece of "bone-a-lee." That's right, some tasty bologne. Bologne kind of gives me the heebie jeebies, but we still have it in our fridge -- which is where you always find it.
Oh, and this little thing. Abe was so upset as we drove to school this morning because he forgot he didn't want school lunch today. I told him that was silly and he just needed to eat it even if it wasn't his favorite. His mopey shoulders must have won out though because I ended up bringing him his lunch box later. I even stopped on the way and got him a Twinkie and a little bag of chips. At the last minute I tossed this note in (written on a scrap piece of paper I found in my purse). I don't know why, but it made me happy that Abe saved it out of the garbage from his lunch box.