Daddy brought me home this morning.  I opened up his back truck door and a jar fell out and broke.  I felt bad but Daddy assured me it was not my fault.  It should not have been there.  He put the broken glass in a box Barbara gave to him.  It did not shatter so there were only large pieces.

Waiting for the bus, I was wearing long pants and I looked like I fit in with the other kids.

Barbara wasn't home when I jumped off the bus.  But GGM was waiting for me.  She had made brownies.  I took one and stood over the trash can to eat it so the crumbs would not fall on the floor.  Nobody told me to do this... I just did.  She thanked me for being thoughtful.

 Barbara had been babysitting my little cousins and she arrived ten minutes after I got home.   She explained to me I had to come inside at 5pm, eat, and get dressed for baseball field practice AND after practice I would need to study my spelling words and read for 20 minutes.  I took my phone with me so I would know the time.  I came home right on time.

At practice I did well.  I sure missed not playing with my team for a month.  One of the boys was trying to catch a pop fly.  It missed his glove and hit his lip. He just stood there for about three seconds, then he started crying.  Poor kid.  He ended up being okay.