Wolfboy started first grade today! He went in with no fear.
I tried to ask him how he was feeling about it: "Happy, sad? Excited, scared?"
He thought for a minute.
"I feel okay."
The counselor in me wanted to say, "Really? Let's process that..."
I didn't though.
He said the day went well. He was pleased that some of his best friends are in there with him.
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Speaking of counseling, my first client was schedule for tonight... and didn't show. Dang.
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How about Randy Couture whupping Gabriel Gonzaga over the weekend? What is Couture, 43 or 44? I wouldn't mess with that guy if he'd just turned 90.
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I'm turning 39 on Wednesday, but you know, I still feel like I've got some junior high kid in me.
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2 comments:
Hmmm.... junior high.... I have a vague recollection of junior high. Would love a "do over" on 8th grade, myself.
America has long wondered what Lance Armstrong would be like if he still had his testicles... and now we know.
WAR Randy!
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