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Monday, January 26, 2009


Mixed bag morning trying to get old routines running after Indy has been sick for a week. I had to wake him up this morning for school. But he was happy about it and seemed happy to get back to school, even though he said he didn't want to go.

We get there and he talks "near" Seth in a complete non-sequitor about Indiana Jones. And I know this is because he bought Seth Indiana Jones toys for his birthday party last month. Seth ignored him and Callia who was also there looked at me and said, "He's always bad like that." "Oh yeah?" I asked. "I always tell him not to be bad. I try and help him. But he's bad."

This would explain why my kid has recently described himself to me as "bad." I don't think the teachers are saying it but the kids are maybe using that word instead of the one I might choose: "weird."

But then as much as that disheartened me, I was happy to see Merit come in and run right up to Indiana and they did this little boy happy dance and then Indy said to me: "I love Merit." So all is not lost.

posted by Rocky
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