I'm going to try to counteract all the negative stuff going on with a story of brotherly love.
On Thursday, Deacon's preK class held a potluck Fiesta to celebrate the Day of the Dead. They recited a little poem and did a Mexican hat dance and sang a song, all in front of their families.
I drove over to pick up Braeden at his school (instead of him taking the bus) and we got to the preschool about 10 minutes early. He was acting a little surly and he'd rather be playing outside (it was sunny and nice!) than spending it with little kids.
Deacon's class (of 9) were outside on their little playground. As soon as he saw his brother get out of the minivan ... he came running over to the fence screaming "my brubba, my brubba! Hey guys, come meet my super cool brubba!"
All the other children came running over. Braeden's chest swelled. After they went inside to wash hands and get ready, he searched all over my car for a hat and sunglasses ... to build on the super coolness. He tried to feign disinterest in these "little kids" but soon was up and playing with them and the fun stuff. He is an alumni and remembered so many of items and dress up clothes from his day.
I haven't heard a single person call foul or complain about the way the voting turned out other than in Georgia where there was definite voter suppression.
ReplyDeleteIt great that your grandsons get a long so well.
90% of the time they are best buddies. If an adult scolds one, the other sticks up for him!
DeleteWhat a great story. Just the best. I hope they stay best buds throughout their lives.
ReplyDeleteI hope so too. My sister and I have been best of friends for 58 years!
DeleteCute how the brothers like each other so much. I am reading Phineas Finn Redux written by Anthony Trollope in the 1870s and it has lots of comments on how politics had descended to a new and nasty low. Reminds me of today's political fights.
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