I wanted to fill you in on the latest "proud parent" moment...
I went to school to pick up our youngest, and third child on the path to matriculation at the International Peace School. And when I arrived, one of the teachers kindly escorted me into the private quarters of the office and shared the following story.
"So...your son and I were talking privately about owies and boo-boos and showing our different scrapes and scars on our legs. And he said that he was really tough and didn't cry once! And I said, that I did cry when I got this owie on my leg from falling off my bike, and that I even said some inappropriate words...and then he said, 'like f*ck?'
Day done. Pouring wine.
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