Dramaticky Post Postponed

Yeah, I was going to get all deep and dramatic today.  It's that 'time' thing I got going on, you might remember, my fear of time and how I don't have enough and what I have I fritter away on this stupid blog and on Facebook and cleaning and cooking and sleeping.  Yeah, that ...

I was going to reflect on what I did here last year at the end of first grade and link you to this or that post and generally go on and on about my problems and how I question my talents, both as a parent and a memoirist/diarist/bloggist.

As you know I like to include an image here so I went up to the "keeper box," remembering that they brought something home yesterday.  Now, mind you, I was going to lament a little my time here this summer.  Full time dadding is sort of time-consuming and, well, I won't have time to post much.  And, I have been enjoying writing deeper and longer posts, which takes time.  And, what with Nick's broken arm and Zack's somewhat argumentative ways these days, I feel I will have to keep a close watch on them and keep them busy.  I was going to show these images as proof that school was indeed out and that I had a reason for not keeping up here.

I found what I was looking for and glanced at it hoping it would reinforce my serious self-serving sentimental slop.

And then?  I laughed.  Out loud.  Twice.  Here's why:

It's the cover of a little booklet full of quotes from the boys' class.

That's not why I laughed, "the studints are grate" is why I laughed.  It's so perfect.  You know Nick's spelling is weak, and that's being kind, but, well ... it's so cute, and naive, and happy.

This is Zack's offering:

I think, I know, he is a happy kid.

So, I'll worry about the rest of it all later.  I should be glad that I still find this all funny and adorable and sweet and decent.

I should be glad I don't have a sick kid, I only have a kid with a broken arm, which will mend.

I should be glad I have a safe home, a loving family and a scanner.


From Marci's "... things you don't expect to hear from the backseat ..."

"Hey, that's MY rainbow!"

Well, it looks a lot like mine ...