The older Mrs. Carroll, the mom is still my teacher.  Ms. Carroll isn't coming back until after Christmas.  A very good thing happened today.  The baddest kid the the class left.  He moved.  He was the baddest kid ever.  We were all happy except for the teacher.  She was sad.
I read my book to Mrs. Carroll, she said "good."  I just read it perfectly.
James is like a mom.  You know why?  Bobby and I play with him at recess and we ask him who he likes better and he says- I like you both the same.   That is like a mom.
I played with Zander today too and I imagined transformers.  The weather man was wrong and we had to play inside.


Ahoy-  It's been awhile 1. because Jackson doesn't have much to say about school anymore unless I drill and bribe him 2. because I keep forgetting to carry a pen and paper with me in the car on our way to swim practice directly after school.  Anyways, I'll catch you up real quick- Ms. Carroll had shoulder surgery so her veteran teacher mom is taking over until she returns after Christmas.  She is the same.  I found out while visiting the classroom during morning meeting that it is imperative to Jackson's social health that Santa bring him a DS for Christmas.  75% of "news" was related to either getting a DS or playing a DS.  J talked about seeing fish in a pond.  Maybe it's not that important.  Obviously Santa is torn.