What's Wrong With This Picture?

 

Well, for one thing, it's March.

Late March.

As in...Spring.

Trevor was unable to understand why he couldn't go outside in shoes. After all, they were playing out-of-doors in their shirtsleeves, yesterday.

I may have to take the kid in for counseling....consoling...or something.

Seriously. He started crying when I said he couldn't go outside in his shoes. But once I opened the door and he was standing on the stoop resplendent in his winter gear, able to feel the cold air and watch the snow fall, it made a little more sense to him.

I'll just have to say...this is MOST untimely, particularly since I'd stopped buying those little packets of hot chocolate mix.

However, the weather did not prevent us from participation in the last day of testing, so that's in the bag for another year. But there's something about my third grader glibly mentioning he finished every section before anyone else in his class that makes the ol' stomach churn....

I'll be popping Rolaids for the next month until the scores come back.
 

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