Someone recently reminded me that in Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (Judy Blume, 1972), the boy is 9 and goes to play with his friends in Central Park alone. He's never been mugged, but has friends who have been, and takes for granted that he will be some day too.
Xander ,'First Date'
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I am packing for a move tomorrow. Just to another rental, but still... packing is so BORING. God.
I'm watching classic Trek on fancast to pass the time. Except now I'm just watching for the last ten minutes. Not helpful. Someone kick me in the pants, please.
I gotta funky rhyme and a funky style
gotta funky funky rhyme and a funky style
also
Engine Engine number 9
on the New York Transit Line
Get Packing Now!!!!
Got outta my house about eight
I called Greg Nice 'cause it wasn't too late
::salutes:: (poorly)
Right away!
There are people protesting the spelling bee.
yeah - they've been there before. They object to standardized spelling. One reason is - justifiably - that kids with dyslexia or other learning disabilities can't compete. But, taking that logic through, they'd have to eliminate all competitive sports, since kids who have physical disabilities can't compete.
Kid is scary smart. I don't think we're going to let him know about that score anytime soon. His ego is already fairly huge.
But he could start boning up on his quips! When someone tells him he's a genius, he can modestly joke, "Only technically!" and stuff!
(Note: sadly, this does not often go over as well as it should. Alas.)
Engine Engine number 9
on the New York Transit Line
if my train goes off the track
pick it up pick it up pick it up!
Somehow I'm not surprised that Gud's kids are smart; obviously, it's hereditary.