In the Elementary School 'Hood

We ran some errands after school today.

A haircut for the boy.

A caffeine shot for me.

A stop at the post office.

The. Longest. Lines. Ever. (Not just today. Every day.)


One post office on base + a zillion people mailing packages to a zillion deployed soldiers + renovation and construction at said post office = HEADACHE.

Anywho... while we were there, we saw a teacher from the boy's school. She needed help with a HUGE box because she's pregnant. I lifted her box for her, and trust me. She would have popped that baby out right there if she'd lifted it.

So when we get back in the car, 57 hours later, I say to the boy,

"I didn't know Ms. Teacher was pregnant."

He says, "I did."

I say, "How did you know?"

He says, "My friend told me. She knew. She probably heard it from so-and-so who told it to so-and-so."

I say (laughing), "Ya'll are nosy." (Which is SO true of my son.)

He says, "That's the way 4th Graders roll."

Word to my home dog 9 and 10 year-olds.