When I saw him/distracted him while he was in charge of the clock last Friday at Isaiah's game, I realized maybe we don't know each other as well as you would think (considering the whole six years thing).
We were going to go get dinner after the game and he had to drop some kids off at the hotel first. He said, "Follow me there."
"Is that gray truck yours?" I asked, pointing across the parking lot.
"No," he said. "This white one."
"Is your car white?" he asked.
"No," I said. "Green." (I was driving Adam's car because the van went to youth conference.)
Once we got to the hotel I said, "Didn't you used to have a gray/black truck?"
"Yeah," he said. "Did you used to have a white car?"
"Our kids' car is white."
I used algebra the other day. For real. I was trying to figure out what size we needed the sail to be we were wanting to provide shade for the party we are having tonight. (3:4:5: triangle)
I feel like I should let all the algebra teachers know so they can tell their students, yep, you may use this someday.
On second thought, maybe that was geometry? I don't know. In my tiny school the same teacher taught all the math and it all blends.
Mark had a few friends over yesterday. A winning formula for teenage boys: 1 pizza per boy.
I was driving them home and here was the conversation that made me smile.
Me: So Cole, you went on trek last week?
Me: Did you have fun?
Cole: Well, as much fun as you can expect.
I've never felt so understood by a 14 year old boy I very vaguely know.
Emma wanted to create blue makeup (which she did by mixing food coloring and real makeup) and then she wanted to paint her face sort of like a mermaid.
Why? Because. And also, there will only ever be one girl like her. I'm glad she's mine.