Holding the boys back a year is not an option.
Because this would mean they’d turn 19 during their senior year of high school, repeating kindergarten would make them ineligible to play high school sports their senior year. Granted, they are currently terrible at said sports… Continue reading
I made it through six years at Chaparral Elementary School without being sent to the principal. Destroy made it three weeks.
It didn’t surprise me. I mean, come on, the kid’s name is Destroy. And he does. Continue reading
As spring wraps its warm arms around the end of winter, talented athletes toss a ball into their gloves repeatedly, anxiously awaiting The Call. For major leaguers, the draft is held in June.
For Little League Coach-Pitch level, that draft is February.
I’ve been anxiously awaiting The Call. Pitchers and catchers reported to the show last week, right around the same time Bay Area winter temperatures hit the low 90s. Baseball is officially back for the 2016 season. Continue reading
Elf on the Shelf.
The phrase that strikes dread into the hearts of so many, while eliciting utter glee from others (of a much younger age). You know the type.
Regardless, this past decade transformed December into an elfin pictorial bonanza where we’re either bombarded by daily pics of insane creativity and waiflike mischief or pleas for a Facebook blocker. (The latter of which has become it’s own sport of griping.) Continue reading
Santa: Have you been good boys this year?
Search: Well, um, I’d like to be on the Nice list, please.
Scene: After school discussing the active shooter lockdown “Run, Hide and Defend Drill” at the elementary school. Continue reading
The phone rang.
I knew that number. It was the muppets’ elementary school. There was nothing good that could come of this in the middle of the day. Continue reading