Junior was thriled to see his own breath this morning while we waited
for the school bus. I have to tell you, I was significantly less
thrilled. Call me Debbie Downer, but I am bummed that summer is done and
over with. My sister closed up her pool for the season…I didn’t even
get that “one last swim” that you know is the last so you enjoy every
second of it. Dang. Remind me to yell at her.
Speaking of Junior, he’s digging 2nd grade. Tonight he showed me all
these patriotic ASL signs (I knew what he was doing when I saw the signs
for “I” and “Love”. I did like the sign for flag. I don’t know how often
it comes up in conversation, though. Also, apparently he read a history
book, so he was telling me all about it. ALL about it. I may have missed
this in history class, but it turns out that in the 1870s Daniel Boone
fought on the British side when Brazil declared war on the US via the
Native Americans. When the fighting was over, only 5 people survived in
the fort, and old Daniel was one of them.
You know, as he goes into excruciating detail, and the detail is just a
little off kilter, you don’t know where to start. It becomes so
overwhelming a task to correct everything that I found myself simply
asking if he could bring the book home some time.
I’m a big fan of the Brazil-Indian-British-American war of the 1870s…
