My poor little ego

I know, I know, it’s been forever. For the memory archive, so much has happened: My uncle Norman died; Deborah’s dad, also; there was a big accident at the center but God was merciful and good; I’ve been diagnosed with osteoporosis and osteopenia (I have an appointment on Thursday to come up with a plan); but the big problem right now…?

There’s a preschooler who sits at my lunch table and nearly every day he says, “I’m going to be a teacher when I grow up.” I always tell him that he’ll make a very fine teacher. Today, I found out his reason. It’s not because I’m such a glowing example of the educational world….. it’s because I get more lunch than he does.

Dang.