Walking home from our dinner date Friday night, Mr inexplicably started talking to me about baseball – specifically, the prospects of our local baseball team.
This is another example of what I’m coming to think of as the Pi Syndrome – he thinks I know lots of things, even things that I’ve repeatedly told him I don’t, in fact, know anything about.
This barely qualifies for an ‘Archive’ post, but I ran across this video on my phone and had to share.
Granddad gave B a (green) Razor Scooter for his fifth birthday (along with a full set of pads, given B’s genetic heritage). There were a few crashes and false starts, but he got things worked out pretty quickly:
It only took me a year and a half to put this together:
Happily, B will be back on a schedule next week and the week following – he will be attending summer camp at his school.
This comes at just the right time – yesterday he asked me, “Mommy, when do I get to go to school again?” The concept of ‘summer vacation’ apparently escapes him.