"Creeeaak", the door slowly opens and my son lumbers out of his bedroom, shirt twisted up and his hair pushed to one side. I watch him from the kitchen, packing up lunch. He motions towards the couch, a favorite morning spot and reaches for the remote. I casually walk into the living room and say, "Good morning, what are you doing?" "I want to watch Sportscenter.", he replies. "You know we are going to do no TV in the morning this year..." I state. My son drops his head and lumbers back into his room. I go back into the kitchen and finish packing his lunch.
Welcome to the Fifth Grade...
Monday, September 13, 2010
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