Today Tigger told me this story:
Tigger is now twelve (as of yesterday). Should I punish her for lying? Commend her for her ingenious work-around solution? Buy her some more socks?
Then Tigger asked me this:
My answer? “Well, you can never have too many socks.”
Practicing what I preach, I bought eight-year-old Little Bit fourteen pairs of socks today, along with two pairs of shoes. Children. It seems if you feed those critters, they grow.
And finally, in Facebookland, an old, old friend of mine posted this picture of Mrs. Friedlander’s 2nd grade class, circa 1972.
Can you find TR?
You might be thinking, “wait, how would I find you, TR, I don’t even know what you look like now!” Rest assured, it wouldn’t help. Neither my husband nor my children, all of whom see me every day, could pick me out of the line-up.
Note to Rockinbear, Barnbear, and Bad_Dogma: keep quiet til everyone else has given up!
You are all wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. I’m in the 2nd row, 2nd kid from the left. Check out my cool multi-colored saddle shoes!