When the rainstorm came through we found safe harbor in one of the buildings and I came across a table filled with books from my youth...Dennis the Menace. I used to love reading these books so I made a deal on some to give my son for his birthday. My daughter has already discovered Calvin and Hobbes and when they are a bit older, I'll introduce them to Bloom County.The other night when the kids were tucked in their beds, I pulled out the books and started reading them. They still make me laugh, but now, as a parent, they bring on a whole new meaning.
About 6 years ago when my son was 5, we took my nephew (a college Freshman at Marquette) out for lunch. My son was trying to wrap his brain around the whole college experience and inquired of his cousin, "So no one tells you when it's time to take a bath?"
My daughter is among the world's pickiest eaters and yet, at any given time of the day she must know what the next meal is. Although, like me, she has yet to meet a dessert she will turn down.The books are not the only find I made at the flea market. With the help of my friend, I also got some great chairs to use in the kitchen. They're like the ones used in schools and will give a punch of color. My son suggested we can even put tennis balls on the feet like they do at school so the floors don't get scratched. Dennis Mitchell could not have said it better himself.
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