Last night, we were talking about foreign countries. Noah asked me where I've visited. I said, "Germany, Austria, Italy, and Canada." He then said, "What about Ancient Peru?"
Micah was wearing a t-shirt yesterday that said, "fallen angel" in tattoo print. Ocktober said, "Hey, you're a fallen angel." I said, "Micah was never an angel. So he never fell. His shirt should just say "kid who stayed put."
Noah's class was assigned a report on the four seasons about a month ago. It is due tomorrow morning. We've had the instructions hanging on our fridge for weeks, but time has been limited, so we really didn't tackle it until this weekend. I am not a procrastinator, but we've also had science fair projects due and a billion other things I won't list. I feel like I have been sentenced to repeating elementary school, middle school, and high school. Anyway, poor Noah had to finish the report tonight, and when he realized how long it was going to take, he said, "First grade is going to be the death of me."
Lastly, I told the kids tonight not to give Bootstrap anything to eat tomorrow morning because he is getting neutered. Noah said, "What is neutered?" Paul said, "You know, when they chop off the fuzzy dice."