On the way to swimming this morning:
Me: How are we always so late?
Joel: It’s an art. And I’m an artist. I work in tardiness the way others work in oils.
On the way to swimming this morning:
Me: How are we always so late?
Joel: It’s an art. And I’m an artist. I work in tardiness the way others work in oils.
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hahaha in that context our family is quite artsy!
Gram and I enjoy all of your writings. It helps us keep up on all of you. Good job, Blake, Joel and Zoe. We love you all. –Grumpy.
This is from the same kid, who at three, when we had visitors and everyone thought someone else was watching him, was accidentally left alone outside for a few minutes — but before anyone had time to realize he wasn’t with any of us, he knocked on the door and I was surprised to see him when I opened it. He looked up at me sternly and guilted me with, “You left me out here like a piece of cheese!” “What?” I asked. “You know! The cheese stands alone!” Then he broke into a grin. A few years later, probably in about 4th grade, he realized some of his friends were earning allowances. He suggested we pay him an allowance too, but we weren’t too keen on the idea and considered the issue dropped. Eating breakfast a few days later, he was passing time reading the cereal box. Suddenly he said, “See? It says right here I should be getting a minimum daily allowance.” I think we started giving him an allowance that week. How could we not? 😛
He hee. We’re pretty artsy over here, as well.
Our excuse is – we have two (smallish) kids who want all their independence. i.e. tie their shoes and dress by themselves, etc. which makes everyone else late.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 🙂