Sully's first day went well. He was a little worried when he came home about having to write in his journal the next day. I said, "Hey Diesel, don't worry. You've got all kinds of things to write about. There's no way to get it wrong. You get to put your thoughts on paper. Be creative and p
His week got tougher when he had to confess his recess activity on Day 2. Poor guy got busted telling his sister what he was doing and Lynne overheard it. I knew I was in trouble when Lynne whispered to me, "you can't laugh until he's 16." Seems Sully was hanging out under the sliding board so he could see what the girls were wearing under their dresses. Wow - who's genetic contribution is responsible for that? I hugged him because he was sobbing and asked him if he was "curious"? He said he was and deep down I wanted to give him a high-five, but I told him being curious is okay but coping a look under the slide wasn't the way to go about it. The wisdom flows.
The triplets are in Lynne's class for the next year. She has a song she sings with her class each morning that typifies the boy's personalities. The song starts, "Good morning, good morning,
Carson did great at her new Middle School. I was a little more nervous than her but she had a great day. Middle school...am I old enough to have a child at St. Andrew's Middle School? She did get a warning on the first day. Some teacher said her pants were too tight. Carson with tight pants? If that teacher keeps it up we may just have to tell Collin.