The public schools have apparently abandoned the idea of teaching kids on Fridays. We’re so progressive here in Oregon. Free the kids! Set them loose upon the world! Batten the hatches, here they come.
So here comes the boy and another small friend. They laugh and tell secret jokes. They are nine year old boys. The dog pooping sets them off on a laughing spree that lasts until they are out of breath. But they are young, their lungs fill right back up, and off they go! The dogs can hardly keep up.
It’s a sleepover! I will supervise shenanigans and make sure nothing escalates into the danger zone.
The boys both think they are so big and grown up, yet the friend arrives with a small stuffed animal strapped to his backpack. My own son is not so different. Big talkers with innocent minds.
And later on:
On Having Their Seats Changed At School, Moving Them Apart:
I don’t know why The Miserator moved us. (Mrs. Rader, the guest teacher’s nickname)
Me neither.
It’s gross, sitting by Bethany.
Not as gross as sitting by Laura.
Ewwwwww. You’re right.
(laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh)
On Watching Inspector Gadget:
Can he really drive that fast?
Sure. He’s a robot.
Cool.
Cool.
I would LOVE to have all those gadgets in my fingers.
Does he have roller blades on?
(Simultaneously) Nope!
I like the evil Go Go Gadget better.
Who’s walking? The evil one?
Yes.
Look how white his teeth are.
(laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh)
On Using Every Cushion And Pillow In The House As A Wrestling Pit:
(laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh)
(sweat sweat sweat)
Ahhhhhhhhhh
Dad, do we have any band-aids?
On Putting On My T-Shirts And Cramming Couch Pillows Underneath:
We look like sumos!
We look like my dad!
(smashing together)
(laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh)
On Turning Off All The Lights And Firing Up The Disco Light:
Dad! Dance with us!
Yea! Come on! Dance with us!
You two can ju ---
Wooooo!
Yeaaaaaaa!
(laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh)