FRIDAY

Dropping my oldest off at the playground for school. . .

A couple of little boys come running up to him and he is about to run off without even saying goodbye (a very common occurrence - it means he is well adjusted, right?) Before he leaves I yell loud enough that they all turn back to look at me.

"HEY! I love you, have a good day."

"I love you too, Mom." And then he is gone.

But his little friend pauses. "You know, you don't have to say 'have a good day.' It's Friday."

So glad they are learning something worthwhile in school.