the milk kid's lesson

We spent the day at my sister's new house yesterday.  We were supposed to be helping her decorate, but mostly we ate/talked/laughed.  The kids all played together nicely and basically ignored us, which makes everyone happy.  (In case you were wondering, the buzzer sound that Operation makes is immensly funny to the four and two year old crowd.)

While we were there, my sister's oldest daugher mentioned that they're not allowed to wear shorts to school unless the forecast predicts 70* for the day.

"What a great rule," I said, "Your mom is so smart!"

"Umm," my sister looks at me, "I got that rule from you."

"Oh, yeah.  That's my rule! Duh."

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Today Brick happily informed me that he could wear shorts because it's going to be 70*(yay!)

Then he came to breakfast wearing shorts and his winter coat.

(Old habits die hard.)

I assured him a jacket would probably be enough.

Isn't he cute?  You would never know he decked a kid at school yesterday.*

*Said kid was repeatedly splashing milk on Brick's shirt and backpack.  After asking him to stop, the milk spashing continued, so Brick took his backpack, and used it to level the kid.  Who was found laying flat on the playground, crying.  Note to other first graders:  Don't be fooled by the ready smile and adorable dimples, the fuse is very short.

(No, he didn't get in trouble at school or at home, the milk kid was asking for it.)