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p-o-o-p. that spells poop.

Yesterday, Jacob was sick and had to stay home from daycare. I was working upstairs and he was sitting on the floor of the office writing on some paper. He said, “Look what I spelled, mom.” Impressive, isn’t it? The first word my dear son knows how to spell other than is name is poop. I hope this isn’t foretelling of the future. I asked him where he learned to spell that. TV was his answer. I’m not sure what shows he’s watching, but maybe I ought to start paying attention.

We were scheduled to go to a Chiefs game with Judy that evening. I really didn’t think we were going to be able to make it because Jacob seemed really sick. But, he was determined to go to that game so he willed his illness away, if only for a few hours. After nearly two periods of hockey, he was ready to go home and get some sleep. When we left, the Chiefs were down 4-2. The final score was 5-2 so I guess we didn’t miss much.