Kangatopia

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Winston! Thank you for not crying all the way to school and all through the drop off line and then have to be walked sobbing into school by the adult aid who oversees the morning chaos of stressed out parents and kids frantic to make it inside before the tardy bell rings. Yes, you forgot your yellow folder, and THANK YOU FOR NOT FREAKING OUT. Seriously, that kind of thing isn’t usually followed by a day filled with rainbows, lollipops and pretty snowflakes.

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Monkey, my darling Monkey – you have a seemingly unlimited supply of patience, and I thought it was pretty darn cute, and ingenious, of you this morning when you hid out in the laundry room to put on your boots so that Winston wouldn’t argue with you about who gets to wear them. Do you and Winston have an agreement that whoever puts them on first gets to keep them on? Or was this your way of heading her off at the pass, sort of like licking the bottom of a dinner roll so no one else will eat it?

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Bear Boo, I don’t think you know this about me yet, but when you ask me for help on your homework and I am trying to explain it to you only to result in you saying, ‘I’ll just ask my teacher tomorrow”, my competitive streak comes out and I think, ‘Oh No You Didn’t! I can explain this way better than your teacher!’ Whether that’s true or not is inconsequential. You’ll also find that I like using slang, but I have a thing about articulating – so that, ‘Oh No You Din’nt’ comes out sounding very dorky when I say it.

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Tomorrow is Halloween. Plans are made and set. I’m asking for a few hours off from work in the afternoon to minimize last minute costume preparations and frenzied scurrying and fast driving, and stressed out yelling. When that sun goes down tomorrow night, you three will be ready!

I love you,
Mommy