There comes a time every summer when the potted plants are crispy beyond revival, the kids have discovered increasingly inventive ways to drive me insane and the days seem to fly and drag at the same time. I start to dread the 'crisp' air because it's an omen of winter.
The week before school started, excited as I was, I kept urging the kids to stay outside and play. We had nightly dance parties in the front yard and introduced the neighbors to b.o.b. and Katy Perry.
The day before school started we went up to Tibblefork to let the kids play at the lake and feed ducks and squirrels. Luke tried to convince me that he was born a squirrel and grew into a boy. Squirrels love goldfish.
And then it happened. All the kids started school.
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