Today we have a kinder field trip and the kids are doing the "Olympics." Actually just a few races at the stadium. Should be fun. Last year, Jerry, the absolute best kid ever because he's hilarious, knew he was going to lose the race so he picked up a stick and acted like an old man, hobbling and hunching over to the finish line.
Once he was told to draw something in the room and write what it was. He wrote bird and drew one. He then stood up on his chair and flapped his arms and yelled, "I'm a bird!"
We were taking a picture at Independence Hall and the director wanted like five shots so that he could pick the best one. But after two, Jerry was done. He just walked off and everyone, even Scary-teacher, called him back and he was just like "Nope!"
Best kid ever.
I worry when I can't talk even a bit too my wife. Not that she should feel any pressure to contact me if she can't, but I just worry.
Once he was told to draw something in the room and write what it was. He wrote bird and drew one. He then stood up on his chair and flapped his arms and yelled, "I'm a bird!"
We were taking a picture at Independence Hall and the director wanted like five shots so that he could pick the best one. But after two, Jerry was done. He just walked off and everyone, even Scary-teacher, called him back and he was just like "Nope!"
Best kid ever.
I worry when I can't talk even a bit too my wife. Not that she should feel any pressure to contact me if she can't, but I just worry.
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