The Saga of Being Left Behind...
It just goes on, and on, and on, and on. So I decide to give Jake a
Don't worry little guy! Evan will be back soon and when he get's home we'll slice that bread that momma's been bakin' and put some good ol' butter on it and have a snack with all your brothers.
He'll come home! I promise! So, when it's time, we'll sit back on the front porch and rock away, waiting on the
But in the mean time, let us celebrate the triumph of Evan. Happily getting his coat on and waiting on the bus. He picked the perfect spot, right on the whole hay bale. It's stickely and warm and in the sunshine. It's perfect. And when Evan beebops to the bus and climbs right on up, Momma's heart sinks because he doesn't cry for her and he's happy to go. : (
He just climbs right up in the bus and swaggers right to his seat, where they buckle him up tight and send him on his way so he can learn to speak like a young man because this handsome fellow is going to be the President of the United States in 2048! Why my kid? Because he's special! He's smart and works hard at everything he does and he disagrees when it's appropriate and is overjoyed with mediocre-ness.
HA! My little president in your spiffy coat!
I JUST LOVE MY BOYS!