Knock Knock, Who's There? An American.

A little update on the bus situation. It's going well, Joseph highly enjoys taking the bus and it has been a huge stress relief for me. It is nice to know that I don't have to wake two napping one year old's and possibly a four year old pile them into the van and go pick up Joseph. It's grand and Joseph loves the freedom.

However, I guess one thing I failed to inform Joseph about is that he actually lives in our house. He is not a guest, this is his home. After we got the bus routine down Joseph walks home from the corner. I unlock the front door in plenty of time so that if I happen to be elbow deep in crap (it's been known to happen) he can just come in. So there I am waiting for him and expecting the door to just fling open. All of a sudden I hear this little *knock knock knock* I go and open the door and he is standing there patiently. Cute. He thought it would be rude to just barge in. I had to tell him, this is your house, barge away my friend.

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Last night as I was getting Addie ready for bed the boys were in the kitchen making puzzles on the kitchen floor. I could hear that Trent was getting a little frustrated as the floor sized puzzles are somewhat difficult. Joseph does his best to soothe Trent's soul and encourage him along.

J ~ "Trent, its OK... I just am able to do them because I'm smart. I'm kind of like a dork."

T ~ "Joseph I don't like it when you say dork. It's a bad word."
J ~ "I know, but I am a dork. Like Boyfromclass always bugs me. Sometimes when I am like in the hallway at school he runs up to me and is rude in my face and yells blablabla at me! It's like he's American or something."