My 3rd Grader Ben had just survived a rough and tumble basketball practice.
What was he most proud of? Points scored? Key steal? A rebound? Nope.
Young Ben was proud that he made it through basketball practice, even though his hand had been poked by a pencil earlier in the day.
You know what they say, the pen (er pencil) is mightier than the sword (er backboard).
Ben showing off a full day at school’s stigmata.
Playing Scrabble with our three boys, we evened up the teams. Four teams: my wife, my teen, my two elementary school boys, and me.
As we took turns around the table, action stopped as we reached the young team of elementary school kids. Overhearing pieces of their conversation, they were obviously concerned about using a word. Was it legal? Was it allowed? Would they land into trouble?
Eventually, we urged them to at least try the word. Any sins would be pardoned. Hesitantly, our 8-year-old played off of the letter “S.” S-E-X.
Boys, no need to be worried. A well played “X” should never be a source of shame.
134 feet of Christmas lights and the end of the string was secured with less than one inch to spare.
That my friends is a Christmas miracle.
Enjoying a lovely morning with my wife, we headed to a cafeteria type lunch spot (it was really much tastier and classy than my scaled down description indicates).
In order to score a seat, I gave my wife my sandwich order and plunked myself down at an empty table. Given the close seating arrangement of the restaurant, I had a hard time not overhearing our neighbor’s banter.
“I believe in reincarnation. My soul will depart this body and wait for another one to return.”
Yikes, that’s deep. I was not experiencing deep thoughts of that sort. More like, “Boy, I cannot wait to eat my Reuben sandwich.”
Come to think of it, if I return to Earth as a sandwich, I’d like to be a Reuben. There, deep enough thought for you? Certainly, tasty enough. No debating that.
Taking our beagle Kirby to the vet, the feedback from the front desk and veterinarian was lockstep.
“What a cute dog.”
“What a good boy.”
“He’s so trim.”
I must admit, I was getting a tad jealous. “Hey, over here. What about me? I’ve been going to the gym, you know. By the way, I look pretty good for my age. Maybe even a little cute.” Not one compliment for the man.
Humph. Next time, I might just go to the vet alone. We’ll see how that works out. “Woof!”
You know you are running out of deodorant options, when your current scent is “Fastballs and Fisticuffs.”
You know you are running low on blog topics, when you write about deodorant scents.
Folks, just a heads up. Kitchen counters seem to be spontaneously falling apart.
Either that or kids are climbing where they should not in order to access Halloween candy on the top of the refrigerator, a place where kids should not be.
Based on the lack of confessions, I’d say watch out, because kitchen counters seem to be spontaneously falling apart.
Third Grade Ben’s goal for the year…
“Have fun and work hard!”
Son, good job. Stick with that plan and you will have a good life, regardless of where life takes you.
The Paulsen Family has always required a great deal of assembly…
but it’s hard to argue with the quality of the finished product.
Sizzler