Yesterday was Grandpa's birthday. He became 86. I need to stop and get a birthday card before I start out for the day.

This morning I found a poem Tristan wrote stuffed in his backpack with some other schoolwork:

My pebble

My pebble
is
Displeased.
My pebble-
The pebble ( Read more... )

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