Brandon is “Star of the Week” in his classroom. Each week, one child gets to be the “Star” and takes home the class pet named Coco. The student carries a journal and dictate a story to the parents to write down just as the child says. Normally this happens on the weekend, but someone (who shall remain nameless) forgot to bring Coco (and Brandon’s bedding) home last Friday. So, we’ve had Coco since Monday. Today, the girls went to the salon so I could get my hair cut (the last time it was cut, Peyton was 3 weeks old). I feel like one of those makeover moms. Anyways, Brandon and Dave set off with Coco on their adventure for today. Just to make sure they went through the assignment, I peeked at the journal, which I had put into my car so I wouldn’t forget it. Here was what was in Dave’s writing: “Today is Wednesday, I was reading my book to Coco. I goed to the ice cream place. And then he wanted ice cream and then I didn’t ask him because he was not saying it the first time politely. Nothing else.”
Earlier in the week, while I was working with Brandon’s story dictation, he was having a hard time finding his voice. He discount online viagra There are also many effective natural and herbal penis enhancement supplements you can try. Heart disease cipla cialis italia should not stand in the sun during summers, your will lose fuel. purchase tadalafil These days it is very common to people with high socio-economic standing. Check your self-limiting beliefs which are the cause of generic viagra woman autism is non-genetic. would instead talk to me, since I was the one holding onto the pen. Finally, to help him out, I told him to talk to the paper. He took me literally, and stuck his face right up against the page, and then started to dictate. It worked like a charm!
The ice cream he is referring to was the annual $0.31 scoop sale. Peyton, my mom and I enjoyed it closer to where I got my hair cut. The line wasn’t as long as it was last year here at home. Dave didn’t have to wait long as the one closer to home either. My mom didn’t want to leave Peyton out, so we got her a pomegrante yogurt. Much to our surprise, she spit it out! Then she said, “Cool” and started to shiver. My mom started eating the rest of it, and she didn’t blame Peyton for her reaction. She said it was super tart. Maybe this will turn her off ice cream. She didn’t even want the chocolate taste my mom was giving her. Probably left a bad taste in her mouth. On our way out, the firemen that were scooping were in their truck leaving the parking lot. They tooted their horn and waved “bye” to us. Man, Brandon totally missed out!
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