Spanish 101

Blake has a friend named Juana.

"mommy, it starts with a W. Sound it out....wa wa wa wa Wana."

He told me that she doesn't speak american.

After correcting him, he told me that she doesn't speak Washington.

After explaining that she doesn't speak English, he responds with, "yeah, that."

"mommy, she speaks Spanish."

I then said, "well are you helpful to Wa Wa Wa Wana (kiddddddding!) and explain things that she doesn't understand?"

"Oh Mommy, of course. If she doesn't understand something, I just say uno to her."

A Lesson in Friendship

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.

Thank you Margaret

For letting the world know I have a blog in your Christmas letter this year.

I guess we all need a little accountability now and then, especially from our mother.

I will consider blogging beach side in Hawaii next week.

Stand by.