Everyone's a critic

He may have a little too much wah in his wah-wah.

But you didn't hear it from me.

What I learned in one hour ...

in my new role as a soccer mom ....

Kindergarteners follow each other around like a flock of geese ...

Even when the ball is nowhere in sight.

Third graders, on the other hand, look more like the Maytag Repairman.

Especially when they're in the goalie position.

Yet win ...

or lose ...

Everyone gets a pretty good feeling just playing the game.

Box boy

Some toys you never outgrow.

Simple math

 

8 + 5 = 10 p.m. Bedtime

Crescendo

If music took flight.

How to salt a wound ... pack rat style

HIM: *Grumbling* ".... They told me 'don't look in the recycling ... just let it go.' And there it is ... my expensive cardboard ... that I was saving ... for no explicit reason whatsoever."

ME: "Let it go. Let it go. There's always more cardboard and there's only so much room to store it."

HIM: "I suppose you are right." *Stalks off*

CHAMP: *Eyeing the collapsed gray-blue boxes* "Can I have some? It will make a great fort."

ME: *Thinking there's always next week for recycling* Sure. I'll help.



*later on that evening*
CHAMP: *Plaintively* "Daddy bended my cardboard what I was using for my bat cave."

HIM: "What?!!! That is MY cardboard.

ME: "Well, actually ... he was the one who saved it from the recycling. ...

Word

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Tinder and tentacles

He. Never. Looked. Back.

Not even a glance.

Kinda makes me want to gather up all those kindergarten preparatory books  (you know, the ones that coach kids in the fine art of treading lightly on their mothers' feelers as they take their first steps toward independence) douse them in accelerant and light them on fire.

Kindergarten (dis)Orientation

How is this possible?

He can't be old enough for school.

            

He was just born yesterday.