Of course, it's all any blogger or facetwitterer can talk about this week, and it's all I ever talk about after Labor Day weekend:
It's a big deal, though! We changed schools this year, which is old hat to my girl and her diverse academic elementary school vitae, but nothing short of monumental for a boy join a group of 7th graders who have been together since kindergarten. Monday night was a little rocky, but they were up and at 'em and ready to brave the elements at the crack of dawn's cheery ass on Tuesday morning.
In my boy's writing book, I saw that he was asked to write a little something about himself that others might not know. He wrote: "I was in a wheelchair for 8 weeks in fifth grade, and I once won a pie eating contest."
He had a great day, and so did my girl, in spite of the fact that I embarrassed both of them mightily by peeking into their first period windows and waving madly.
I feel good about this school, I think it's going to be a great year.
But please, tell me how these two
became these two?