The Twinkies

I decided to go back to work when the kids are four rather than five. We had planned to wait until they were 5 and in extended day at school (known as full day kindergarten every where else in the country) but, really, I am not temperamentally suited to staying home full time even with a home business. I am thinking that by 4 they will be ready to be in the after care program at school until I get off work, especially with teacher hours, and though I won’t actually clear much between the school tuition payments and the after-care payments it does bring the number of years we have to scrape preschool tuition out of the couch cushions to one.

Finding a Latin teacher job won’t be hard. There are more jobs than certified teachers.

Here. Hey, it’s not me today. I’m too busy getting ready to be rejected by a photo site as not good enough to be in business again. Tell that to the State of Connecticut to whom I just wrote a sales tax check.

There was an old firetruck to climb in at the pumpkin patch which was far more interesting to J than the pumpkins. There were also two small chickens to touch, hay bales taller than J to jump off, cider donuts and two slides.

F can recite the numbers from one to ten. As can J but he is less conventional in his ordering.