Yeah, it really is about the kids.

Every Tuesday is a day where the whole class attempts to remember to wear the same colour in James' Junior Kindergarten.  After the Purple Day  a few weeks back I have a suspicion that it's done by popular vote, but that's a different story. Today was Yellow Day .  So Christine got both boys dressed in yellow shirts for the day.  Thinks I to myself:   I have a yellow shirt, I should wear it.  Y'know, solidarity.   So I went to the closet and got out my yellow Eddie Bauer shirt with the long sleeves and collar.  It's a nice shirt, if a little big for me — it was purchased during a different era, but the sleeves and body are long enough so I'm loath to throw it out — but really my only excuse for choosing it was it was still early and my brain wasn't really braining yet. I actually had it half-way on when I remembered, I have a much  better yellow shirt to wear for yellow day if I wanted to impress my boys. Aw yeah, highbrow. Chr...

Yeah, I'll get to that. First off, last night Daniel asked me to read a book he and I haven't read in a while. One of many, many, many  of those five-page board books we have around the house and despite being mostly below even Daniel's age now, we keep around because we still pretty regularly get asked to read them and because Daniel will pick them up occasionally and "read" one to himself.  Which is very cool. Of course, in an effort to retain the few shreds of sanity I have left, I frequently ad-lib bits to, y'know, punch up  the story a bit.  For example on this page: I added an "Oh, bother." to the end.  This would prove to be my undoing. The first read-through resulted in the very common request, "again! Do it again!" and occasionally, "read it again, please!"  So I did.  Sticking to the same flow as the last time, because even when I'm augmenting the story I try to keep them consist...