The morning began as any good morning would: a Daddy Hug. And Fruit Loops. Then, off to the bus!
To my surprise, it was hit. That's right; I discovered the keys to making dry bread a successful birthday treat:
a) be the first birthday your classmates have ever experienced at school,
b) give the teacher fair warning so she can set the stage with a book on pirates (her idea),
c) add "pirate cheese" and chocolate.
I actually overheard one boy say, "Noah is cool." He knew his crowd better than me.
It was also great to witness his teacher in action, telling stories, singing songs, giving directions, and calling each kid by name. I've been impressed with each of the teachers I've met, but I am still so thankful his seems excellent.
That night, there was a 30-minute kindergarten-parent orientation at his school during dinner time. This would've been a real pickle, if my parents hadn't just moved in down the street. Gigi and Papa to the rescue! They brought Noah's choice (Little Caesar's cheese pizza & cheese sticks) and hung with the boys till we could get back for...
Presents and Black Cows (a.k.a. root beer floats)! Between golf clubs, bicycles, Lego's, chess, and a new rock collection, he had a very good day...
Referring to root beer floats as "black cows" totally took me back to my childhood!! That is what my dad called them!! I always thought that was a northern Illinois thing... from where does that term come in your family? Is the prior sentence constructed properly grammically? I know the whole "don't end a sentence with a preposition" rule is hisotry currently, but I still can't stand to end a sentence with a preposition. But then I come up with the above. Oy... long night ahead of a tax deadline :)
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