Tuesday, September 25, 2012
After I put Trot to bed tonight I went in Rakes room to say goodnight and asked if his Mom said prayers with him.
"Yes. No. I think it's yes. I'm not sure, Dad. Just to be sure can you say them again?"
Ciera, who normally rides to school with a girl down the street rode the bus because she wanted to talk with a couple of friends she hasn't gotten to hang out with in a while. About 1 I get a text from her saying the girl she rides with totaled her car on the way in, with a car running a stoplight and broad siding her on the passenger side.
I saw pictures and the side of the car Ciera normally sits on was pushed all the way to the drivers side.
So, yeah Rakes.
I'll say them again with you.
Just to be sure.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
So, pretty much the thing I dreaded most about Ciera going to High School has happened, and they've only been in school a little over a month.
A Jr of all things.
Now, she can't REALLY "date" until she's 16 which makes it somewhat easier. And I've already gotten her to utter "Dad, you are RUINING my social life" at least 3 times so I've got that going for me. And all in all she's a pretty good kid.
But I still don't like it.
On the plus side I told her that if her and this punk want to "date" he's gotta come over and talk to me. ASAP.
Which means at the very least I get to make some kid extremely uncomfortable as I let him know exactly what I'm gonna do to him if he hurts my little girl.
It won't make it go away.
But at least it'll make it a little bit better.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
I should have known something was up when I took this picture right around the time he was two. Look at him; food all over his face, grinning like a maniac, and squeezing food in his hand like he's straight out of the Congo.
Yesterday Trot came home from school and proceeded to tell his Mom, after she asked him what he did at school that day, and I quote:
"We made a soccer ball out of wood and kicked it around the room, then made a football out of flowers and threw it to each other outside, then we played tag."
When Ang called his bluff and said she would call his teacher he responded with the following.
"OK. We DIDN'T do that. I just wish that was what we did".
Maybe he'll be a fiction writer.
Or a politician.