School vacation is in full swing. Charlie hasn't quite got the hang of SLEEPING IN.
This morning he woke me up at 0-dark-thirty. I told him to go to his room until daylight. A few minutes later he came back and woke me up- by throwing the cat on me. The yowls and claws woke me up, but my reaction taught Charlie he should have let me sleep.
He had his first T-ball game today. He did OK. When I say he did OK I mean he didn't hurt anybody or make them cry, except the coach was a little shook up. He'll be OK. Charlie hit the ball a couple of times and drew a nice mural in the dirt with the toe of his shoe. He ran for the ball three times and for the bathroom seven times.
P.S.- After the game there was a spot of blood on his uniform shirt. It's not his, and I've learned not to ask too many questions.
An attempt to chronicle the life of a Grandparent filling the role of Parent for a boy. This is complicated by the fact that the said Grandparent only raised girls, and this is a totally different species. Help me!
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