The elementary school where I work has words painted on the sidewalks going from class to class. I don't recall anything like this when I was in my various elementary schools. Anyway, there is a bit of an odd subliminal message in a particular series of the words. They are painted as follows: marriage, lose, interest. Just seemed a little odd to me, how about you?
Abby is seven years old today. I have had a bit of a hard time wrapping my head around that. It just seems like yesterday that she was born and I cannot imagine life without her or Jonothan.
Rachel and I bought Abby a fairly large stuffed horse as a gift and the best hiding place we had was the trunk of her car. Since buying the horse, I have continually referred to it as our message from Don Corleone (despite being a full horse and not just its head). There was a bit of debate as to how to give Abby her horse. We ended up actually putting it in bed with her very much like the delivery to Jack Woltz in The Godfather--minus the gore, of course. The girl LOVED the thing. She came in to wake us riding Butterscotch, as she now calls it, and enjoying it much as we expected her to. This evening before dinner Butterscotch had some sort of medical emergency, to which Abby broke out the kiddie doctor set I haven't seen in months. Life is good.
