Um, Whatever
Adelaide’s last ever day of pre-school was today. Allegedly they had some sort of graduation. “Yeah, you know, we wore, um, plate hats.” Sarah nor I never heard anything about this graduation beforehand. She and Jack and I were outside, talking about how she was now officially a kindergartener. She was jumping up and down excited, I say “why don’t you yell out ‘Woo Hoo!'”, the kids’ traditional yelp of joy. “Um, whatever,” she replied, leaning casually against the pillar. Way too cool for that.
Jack’s birthday party is Sunday, he turns three on June 9. He wants a “Cowboy Party.” When asked what he wants for his birthday, “A black motorcycle and a swimming pool.” Everytime, those are his answers. Like in all the old cowboy films, I guess.