Thursday, 28 November 2013

Day Twenty Eight

First night of Hannukah gave each kid a pair of ultra insulated gloves.


12 year old G walks out the door on this freezing morning.

Hands bare.

Where are your gloves?

Gestures to backpack.

Oh good.

Your textbooks will be warm and toasty.

Wonder what the math workbook will do with the socks I am giving him tonight.

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