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Bristel holding a pair of Toby’s boxers in hand on our last laundry day with a disgusted look on her face says:

 

 

Whose X-boxers are these?

 

 

She didn’t know what she said wrong which just made Tobes and I laugh all the harder!

 

 

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Took the kids on a field trip last week to see The Spindle City Ballet’s Nutcracker.  Bristel and I were over the moon.  A perk of homeschooling is getting to pick the field trips!  I’d never been to a ballet before!  On the way home I asked the kids what their favorite part of the performance was. Toby without hesitation responded:

 

 

THE END!

 

 

*****

 

Another perk of homeschooling…

 

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She can dress like a ballerina to the ballet if she wants to.  Winking smile

 

 

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While we were sitting in the que (they herded put all the homeschoolers together Smile) waiting to be seated for the Nutcracker…

 

 

A private school friend saw Toby and shouted hi to him.

 

 

I mentioned how nice it was that his friend recognized him and said hi.  To which Toby responded:

 

 

Well, mom, I have a pretty obvious face. 

 

 

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Bristel asked me why we don’t have any junk food in the house.

 

 

You know…

 

 

like oatmeal!

 

 

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You know you’re a special needs mommy when…

 

 

The pharmacist leaves a Merry Christmas sticky note on your bag! 

 

 

…danielle

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