Me: What is that?
Me: Oh, okay.
But, no, it wasn’t okay. I still didn’t understand what he was saying. It was actually Papa who interpreted for me.
Jax was saying aliens. I guess being a gink has its benefits.
In Bean news:
Jax has been tearing up the basketball court, and except for a couple of yellow lights for behavior (it’s that kindergarten sense of humor), he’s doing well in school. This time when I opened his report card, I wasn’t shocked when I saw all C’s. It turns out that C these days stands for consistently masters….
And, Moose, I don’t know about his report card. I opened the envelope and found a report card belonging to some other kid I’d never heard of. I still don’t know if Moose changed his name or he switched report cards with someone else. At the beginning of the school year, he ran up a tab in the cafeteria for $35.
I was a cute coed with a fake ID before I ever ran a tab.
What is this world coming to?