Where is my summer going?
Bishop has come home, and we have been on the go ever since. We have played dominos, his favorite. We have been to chuckie-cheeses...swimming, shopping for his clothes, kid sitting. Just busy, busy.
I took Bishop swimming the other day with his cousin who is a girl. She talked him into playing house until she said that she was their mom...he said "That is gross, I don't want to come out of your stomach! Don't you know where babies come from? I want to be adopted."
Last night, I could have killed him...We were eating with Jeslyn, my husbands aunt. And, she was in the middle of eating a breadstick, he asked her if she were ready to go. How rude! I told him that that was very rude. I guess that is the nature of the beast with pre-teens.
I think it is time to go by and order that school sweatshirt, with Bishop's mom monogrammed on the back...BTW, I told him that I was going to wear it everyday for a week if he did something rude, talked back, etc. He said "no..." For those of you who don't know...Bishop will be at my school in two years. I can't believe that he is going into 6th grade next year.