So I decided last night that I have way too much to say to keep it to myself. Even if that would be the morally right thing to do. I bother Greg with it too, so don't feel overly picked on. The biggest problems with this are 1. I think much faster than I type and b. I think of clever things to write when I'm not typing, but only boring things when I am. Too bad.
Today is Ovilla's Birthday! Hooray! I told Jack that we should call and wish her a happy birthday today. He answered, "Today or tomarrow?" (I suppose he figures I'm always late I should just plan to be.) "Today," I say. "With candles and a cake, then it's a party. Come on let's go!" "Go where?" "To make the cake!" So Ovilla we plan on partying here for your birthday. He did invite you, and didn't understand why you didn't come. Then of course I'm pretty sure he thinks all the family lives across town and I just don't like to visit for months. But when we do come we stay at their house for weeks. It's got to be confusing to be a kid.
And just to make this one an extra long post I'll add that yesterday was Jack's first day of preschool. Wow. He's getting big. I don't think he really grasped on to the fact that they were there to learn something, but he did have fun playing with the other kids and still didn't want to come home when it was over. I bribed him with setting up our new tent.
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All that last was from Myles. He's getting good. He's got type faces down better than I do.
