This post is dedicated entirely to J, in grade two at Lex. He goes to WMB as well, so I see him up to four times a week. He’s fantastic and has a sense of humor that is far beyond his years.
Things about J’s future wife (he has decided these things all on his own):
1. She will not be French, therefore he doesn’t need to pay attention in French class.
2. She has to take his last name…none of this new age hyphenated business
3. Ladies will not be first
This week has been presentation week, so I was sitting in the rocking chair. J’s desk is across the room, and he sat holding up his journal which read: “That is my rocking chair. Get off. It’s mine, not Amanda’s” for a good twenty minutes.
He also wrote me a note that read:
“Dear Amanda,
STOP TALKING TO ME AT CHURCH
*my rocking chair, get off. It’s mine*
from,
J”
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>hahahah…”STOP TALKING TO ME”…seriously though, you need to respect his rocking-chair rights.
>Next thing I know you’ll be stealing the ridiculously small reading chair at Casa Bairstowaway.
>the red chair? hehe…
>well….Kerry….I think I’ll pass…..