Sherds from a jar of clay

My son was a pirate for Halloween and we walked up to my husband's office for their Halloween lunch that day, it was lots of fun, he especially enjoyed shooting with his fake flintlock pistol at all the students on the Univ. of Penn. campus. On the way home we stopped the University City Arts League to sign my daughter up for new ballet class. While digging in in the back pack for the check book I heard myself say, "Andrew, Take your Gun and go take it over there and play with it, Mom can't hold it any more" (I guess its good we were at UCAL and not at the Bank!!)

Also this week he started to read things willingly and on his own (the cold and hot on laundry tags as we sorted laundry together). I almost cried since for months he has been resisting learning to read and saying he will find a job where he doesn't need it.

He also lost his first tooth this week, I guess my baby is growing up.