Jonah walked into my bedroom at 6:45 to announce that we were out of milk. There were probably a couple of orphan waffles in the freezer. Not enough to fill the kids’ bellies. So, we went to the bagel store at 7:30. Hurrah. Everybody likes a change in routines.
8:25 – Ian ran into his summer school classroom and barely waved good-bye. His summer school program is in the next town over with the best teacher in the whole world. She always has a project all set up for the kids at their desks, so there’s no waiting around time. The kids just dive into work. Ian loves that.
Jonah loves it, too. I’m physically restraining him from pushing aside Ian and doing the project himself. The project is something dumb like putting pegs in a board, but Mrs. R. somehow magically makes it fun. Those talents can’t be taught in school. Some people got it. Others don’t.
Apt. 11d 