So Blake is loving kindergarten. He is full of great stories from his days, and his current favorite story that he tells me each time he hops off the bus, is whether or not his friend Atticus, (The boy who desperately needs a haircut to stop looking like a girl...thank you Blake) has decided to actually be his friend that day.
It makes me hate Atticus.
I asked him how he felt when Atticus said he didn't want to be his friend. He said, "Mommy, I don't really care. I just told him that whenever he was ready to be my friend again, that I would be here."
That makes me not hate Blake.
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