The kids each have their own lunch account at school, into which I deposit money every couple of months for their lunches at school. I can log into their accounts to see what they are buying, whether it is milk, lunch, ice cream or whatever. After the first month of school, William came to me and told me that his account was low and I needed to put more funds in it for him. I didn’t understand how it could be so low when I had just put the money in. So I logged in. Well, well, well. What have we here but a whole lotta ice cream being purchased. And so I put the freeze on that real quick let-me-tell-you-what.
Again, last month I deposited money into William’s account. He came to me yesterday with a note from school that said his account was drained again. Impossible, I declared. They’ve got the wrong kid. I just put money in his account. I logged in again. Do you want to know what he was doing? He and his cohorts were getting to school each day, heading to the cafeteria, buying themselves a little plate of pancakes & sausage or cinnamon buns and taking it to class to have a little topper-offer before the start of the school day.
It’s not like we don’t feed the kid before he leaves before school. He eats a full breakfast, and then heads to school an hour later and eats again. He brings a snack to school for after lunch, and he is continuously hungry from 3:15 when he steps off the bus until he falls asleep at night. His metabolism is like that of a hummingbird. And his activity level, for that matter, too.
The boy is only 6. He weighs about 45 pounds. I don’t know where he’s puttin’ it. I really don’t.
2. My husband has a few (hundred) grays around the temples. I can no longer say that I have not fallen to a similar fate. I found one (emphasis on the one part). A gray hair.
On my head. On MY head.
This came on the day after election day. Coincidence?
I think not my friends. I think not.
3. Overheard in my house yesterday–“Mom, can you leave this laundry here in the chair today so we can fold it for you when we get home from school?” The next thing I remember was waking up when my head hit the floor. In all seriousness, he is such a sweet boy. He loves to help his mom with everything.
4. Ella donned her apron and helped me cook supper the other day.
Yes, it does say “dam good cook.” It’s from a cruise line. Something about all the dam places in Holland.
Don’t worry, we don’t try not to curse ’round here. And no negative comments please. She can’t read.
5. One more picture of Henry in the leaves. ‘Cause he’s so dam darn cute…