First Day of School, Part 2
So, my oldest son, J, is doing dual enrollment again this year. Basically, that means that he is taking an elective or two at the local junior high and also has a block of time in the resource room with the Special School District speech pathologist and other teachers. Then he comes home and does what he calls THOSE BLASTED ACADEMICS with me. What that means, for us, is that he will go to school each day, but on two of the weekdays he will stay for a longer period of time.

He is at that stage (please tell me that it is in fact a stage and does have an endpoint) where he eats, EVERYTHING. So, I actually got a little nervous today when noon rolled around. He was at school and still had an hour before it would be time to go get him. Lunch would be served when he got home.

So, I went to get him. He ambled in the office to sign out and I asked him how his morning was. He said that it had been fine. Then I said, “Well, it’s late J, did you eat your classmates?” He said, “No.” Then he looked up from the sign-out sheet with a half smile and said, “That was a joke, wasn’t it, Mom?”

Yes, it was a joke, J. You’re a fine young man, my son.