According to Will, when someone whines in his kindergarten class, his teacher says, "Well, honey, put your big boy pants on and deal with it." That's my kind of woman.
Today was school picture day for both boys. I don't know why I even bother ordering the things; I know they'll end up at the bottom of a desk drawer. Both of my boys are nice-looking children, so why can't we get a decent school picture of them? In his four years at Our Fine School, Jack has always had his picture taken right after gym AND NOBODY HAS EVER TOLD HIM TO COMB HIS HAIR! Kindergarten through third grade, each and every picture features a sweaty-headed Jack with his hair willy-nilly.
I think his teachers think it's funny.
Today I laid out a nice shirt for Will, a red and white striped polo shirt, and when he came downstairs, I helped him adjust the collar so it was sitting just right, and then I shooed him off to school. It wasn't until he came home that I realized that the shirt was inside out.
The thought that someone could have told him to change it so it was inside-in didn't occur to me until dinner, that's how unlikely that possibility was.
I'm sure his hair was perfect.
A stroll to the post office…
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