Another school year is coming to a close. Gone for this year will be the opportunity to teach and influence young minds. Gone the opportunity to see the excitement in each child's face. Gone the opportunity to bring home lice.
My gal says I have the worst job in the world just because I bring the occasional louse (and other communicable diseases) home from work. I don't though. I have a great job and hours conducive to raising children. I do get exposed to all sorts of fun stuff though.
Yesterday I found a four year old while rollerblading. He was at a park wandering around all by himself. There were seven soccer games in progress, but he was nowhere near any of them.
My boy and I tried to find his grown ups for about a half hour before someone finally claimed him. Making things more difficult was the fact that the boy's speech was delayed. He was completely unintelligible except for the words, "mommy gone" and "car". It turned out that the adults he was with figured he had gone to the restroom all that time. By himself. For a half hour.
Mostly I've been awash in research papers this week, but I did manage a few photos. Here's part of the "senior prank" at my kids' school.
Here's my boy getting a haircut:
Last but not least, here's that good for nothin' cat. He may be a pain in the neck, but at least he's observant. Picture thanks to Older Gal: