G: I'm not getting you anything for your birthday.
Me: That's ok.
G: You haven't told me anything you want, and time is running out. Am I supposed to read your mind?
Me: Go for it. There's nothing there.
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K's teacher, calling roll: K----- F-----?
K: I'm not K----- F-----, I'm K----- S---!
(S--- being our last name, and no, it's not the bad "sh" word, although maybe it should be.)
(I guess maybe he does understand that he is about to be adopted!)
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More to come, I'm quite sure.
2 comments:
You know, I was only half-reading the roll-call and in a dyslexic kind of way... I'm sure you can guess what I thought it said!!
Awwww! That is SO cute!!!
Kate
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