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Picture Day Overalls

H, bug.

Today is picture day at school.

Leading up to it, mom was unsure about what she should get you to wear.

But we agreed to narrow it down to two or three different we were alright with, and let you decide.

You chose a green t-shirt to wear under a pair of blue-jean overalls.

You looked perfect.

When I dropped you off at school, however, you look a little bit insecure.

(Mom stayed home with a sick K – and T.)

I couldn’t tell if you were in awe of all the fancy dressed and done up hair of your friends who are always in uniform – or if you were self-conscious about not being quite as dressed up as many of your classmates.

So I made a point to praise you.

After you dropped off all your supplies in your room, I got down on one knee to kiss you and tell you to have a great day.

You planted a big-ole kiss on my lips and I hugged you tight.

When I did, I told you that I “loved-loved-loved” your outfit and that I thought you were absolutely beautiful.

And you know what? You are.

I love you.

-Dad

Rude Kids

H, we saw some rude kids watching Trolls 2.

See, this last weekend we were back at the Hyatt Hill Country.

We went for Labor Day weekend.

Our second night there we went down to watch the movie they show on the lawn – but with weekend weddings and all, they moved it to a covered pavilion.

Mom and T were back in the room, and K had wanted to stay too. So it was just you and I.

We were a few minutes late, but got our blankets and found a spot down front on the right side of the screen.

All was well for the first half of the film, but then a loud girl (maybe 5) with two little friends got in between the projector and the screen.

They were talking and yelling and having a little dance party of their own.

It went on and on…

Finally, when you and I were whispering about how to say something to them, another lady in the crowd lost it.

She yelled with an ugly voice from a tired and bad place.

Whose kids are these?! This is ridiculous! The rest of us are trying to watch the movie too!!! Come get your children!

Hahahhaha.

The girls all froze and disappeared to the back of the room..

You and I giggled, and then snuggled each other for the rest of the movie.

I love you.

-Dad

P.S. The next night the evening movie was back on the lawn. And there were rude parents and children sitting beside us in the back. The kids were loud and the parents were loud and drunk. I am constantly surprised at the rudeness and selfishness people are capable of.

Ms. Amy

Two funny stories about Ms. Amy – the new principal at your campus.

(Actually: Mrs. Amy.)

So we are friends of theirs. They are in our Sunday school class. We often go out to eat with their family after church. We know this. You know this. They know this. But everyone else does not know this.

First, K.

So at school, Ms, Amy goes by her last name. Right? Right.

But we have known them for years and you, and H, have called her “Ms. Amy,” long before you ever went to school at Southcrest.

K, by way of your repetition and familiarity, you have gotten your entire class calling the teacher “Ms. Amy” instead of “Ms. B!”

Second, H.

You were apparently walking by Ms. B with your class the other day. You reached out and gently touched her arm and said:

I know you.

Hannah, in your class, and in line beside you, replied back: “Yeah, I know her too.”

You stopped amd looked at Hannah and said:

But have you been to her house?

Hahahaha! 😛

I love you.

-Dad