Well, school's been out for a week now. We've settled into our stay-up-late-and-sleep-later routine quite nicely. At least I have.
But I MUST tell you ONE LAST STORY about my school year with the cutest and funniest kids on earth.
It happened on the last day. We were sitting in a school wide gathering. Each grade was performing for the whole school, one at a time. Being in second grade, we were toward the middle of the "show." It was very hard to sit still. Even for me. And you KNOW it was torture for my precious little guys, who are wired to move. Frequently.
I was sitting next to one of my funnier ones. Remember the butt pimple? Yah, that little one.
He's trying his hardest. He really is. But he can't help chatting a little, here and there, when the words are too many to hold inside. So he turns to me at one point and points to his knee. There, where he's pointing in a miniscule drop of blood. He's staring me straight in the eye and he says:
I'M a SCAB PICKER!! (in a gruff voice)
Gosh I'm gonna miss that guy and the way he makes me laugh.