I woke up not wanting to go to school so it was not easy for Barbara to convince me to get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get in the car.  She had to tell me a story about a firefighter named Stacy the entire time she was coaxing me to keep making progress towards the door... to keep my mind off the fact that I was going to school.  Once I was in the car I was fine and I did have a good time at school.

My teacher said she thought I needed more food for lunch, so instead of taking half a lunchable, I took the entire package.  I ate it all except for three crackers.  I did not eat my dry cereal snack at school, but I did eat it on the drive home.

I watched a You Tube video with a firefighter named Stacy in it and for the past two days all I want is for Barbara to tell me stories about her.  Finally Barbara said NO MORE Stacy stories.  Once Mimz had to do the same thing with stories about a firefighter named Penny.  I never tire of hearing about firefighters.  Both Mimz and Barbara must have short attention spans.

Barbara has been saying I am too heavy for her to lift or carry, so we decided we ought to weigh me:  35.7 pounds! That was with me wearing a shirt, big boy underwear, and one sock.  Are you wondering why one sock?    I was pretending that I had hurt my leg and foot.  While Barbara was checking them out she took off a sock and I failed to notice that she did not put it back on me.

I was asleep before 8:30pm.  I have been going to bed that early for at least two weeks.  Everyone loves my early bedtime, not so they can stay up late watching TV or reading, but so they can go to bed too.