Ken will be in [1] Kingston on a course until next Wednesday night. Reid was talking about his “vacation” Wednesday morning and so I told her that Daddy was going to school for a week but that we’d see him over the weekend. Scheduling a course Thursday, Friday and then Monday through Wednesday is kind of silly but at least Reid and I will get a weekend in Kingston out of it.

Ken kissed us goodbye in the driveway, Reid told him she loved him and to have a good day. I told him I loved him and to enjoy his course. At which point, Reid piped up from the back seat, “Listen to the teacher.” She is the one with the most recent and prolonged contact teachers, after all, and it is good advice. Ken told Reid she should do the same and she answered, “I will” only it sounds like “I wool.” No one told me to listen to anyone. I figure that I’m free to ignore whomever I choose ;+)