Yesterday while gleaning apples, Talmage says to me, "Mom, I've noticed I think about girls and food a lot. Is that a problem?" No, Talmage---that pretty much means your are a teenage boy. By the way, I take Talmage anywhere there is a job to be done, he's a happy worker.
Also yesterday, after playing downstairs with Rex (I have to admit, I wonder what really is going on down there sometimes) Lyle lifted up his shirt and I saw a bunch of scratches. "Lyle what happened to your tummy?" Lyle, "shark bites." Me, "Shark bites?! Are you telling me there is a shark in our basement?" Lyle, "Yes." I left it at that.
Tonight, when Rex couldn't have another piece of candy he threw a fit and kicked over the piano bench banging up the front of it. I was not happy to say the least. The only sweet part of the deal was that Bryant gave me a very sincere good night hug and apologized that my piano was damaged.
Sariah is afraid to go to 4th grade because today a 4th grader fainted during her musical number during the Veteran's Day assembly.
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