Back to School

Smarty heads off to 1st grade tomorrow. He is so excited and happy to start the school year. Gizmo and I are going to post signs and decorate where I'll be hanging with some 3 year olds a few days a week. I love little kids. I really do. They are funny and soak up anything you offer at that age. Gizmo is still 2, so he is gracing another teacher with his presence. I'm glad it worked out that way because he would not be a good student for me. He turned 15 this summer in attitude years. Skipping the preteen years is something my kids strive for. They just dive into sarcasm extraordinaire level 10. Gizmo even can roll his eyes in perfect sync with his tude. I am a little proud that they can express themselves openly in a small minded world....but I keep my backhand at the ready for over-expression. With Whatever still away and in-laws in full spoil mode I have to stay sharp. It's like swatting a fly. You do it when the timing is right. Quickly, effectively, you get the job done. The crying is a side effect that is tolerable with wine. Whine for whine. Perfect.