February 19, 2008
Sarah received a phone call from a BOY last night. Said boy is in her Kindergarten class. He supposedly has a time machine and was recently bitten by a snake. I need to talk to her one of these days about believing what men say.
Apparently, there is at least one more child in Sarah’s class who won’t eat because of disgusting Sabriena,* who put a ball of aluminum foil in her pants, fished it out and put it in Jack’s applesauce.
Tim and I were fortunate enough to escape for several days to San Diego late last week. Grandma came to stay with Sarah and Emily, with Uncle Eric offering support. Eric was trying to talk Mom into moving here, but Emily expressed the opinion that “...it wouldn’t be a good idea. She would cause too much mischief.”
Among the assortment of gifts we brought back for the girls to assuage our guilt were a seashell and starfish we bought at a gift shop. Emily named her starfish “Patrick”** and asked where we found him. “La Jolla,” Tim replied. “Is that a store?” Emily asked.
If anyone is interested, Tim and I enjoyed our trip. Attached is a picture of the two of us on Coronado taken a week ago.
*In a previous installment, I mentioned that Sabriena takes off her shoes during lunch, causing Sarah to lose her appetite
**Patrick is the name of the starfish character on “SpongeBob Squarepants.” Nickelodeon’s marketing scheme is working.