First year of high school.
Big third graders.
Before we left home.
Waiting for the bus. There is a reason old people do not have young children. Hannah wanted me to stay here today and fix her hair, but she likes to ride the bus, so we were going to put them on the bus and then I would go to work. I guess when the new bus driver stopped by last week, I told him I was taking them the first day, cause no bus. Neither I nor George could remember telling him this, but anyway, I took them to school. They made it home on the bus tonight and both kids enjoyed their first day.
We penned up the goats last night so they would not be in the road. They probably will not be so easily fooled tonight.