K told me he's been having trouble with crinkly toes at school...Sometimes he even has to touch his legs to his desk to stretch. It took awhile to get to the explanation part of the story. I really didn't quite get it for a moment until he said the magic words: "So Ms X got me a monster desk! It's the biggest one in the whole class...And you know what's so cool about next year? I get to be in the trailers and I've always wanted a classroom in a trailer." We have back-to-school conferences this week. I trust with his straight A's and his sister's plentiful E's all will be well.
There's no mud in the classroom, I don't think, but there sure is a lot here! Oh MY GOD! Will someone please get out an additional memo to turn off the fuckin' rain! I really wouldn't care, but the dogs don't want to go out. It's a physical exercise to get McLovin' out the door where he just might melt. And he cries if you make him go out alone. Dude, this Mommy does NOT want to go out in the rain any more than you do. Especially knowing you will jump all over me with wet muddy paws...Not to mention you and the other 2 tracking it all in, shakin on the furniture, smellin up the joint, and running through my house like cattle because you won't play in the rain. Seriously? Enough already!