1) I got my official PPST scores in the mail yesterday. I scored higher in math than writing.
2) Lately, when the kids start fighting and it gets to the point where one might punch the other, I've taken to pumping my fist in the air and shouting, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" like all the idiots circling 'round in junior high used to. This has three results. 1) I crack myself up. 2) I make the kids mad at me instead of each other. 3) They stop fighting.
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Emily's musing from Corn Country.
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