I really want to blog, but I'm tired.
A few things that should be documented...
Today is the first Friday of the school year with the boys and me at our new school. Conversation on the way home included:
Keaton: Mom, did Robert Earl Keen used to be the president?
Tucker (a question that I'm certain was inspired by his renewed rubics cube obsession): Mom, when do you think I'll get to learn algorithms? Like sixth grade?
Keaton: Hey, you know what I get to do now? Study.
Me: What are you studying?
Keaton: I don't know yet. But I get to study this year. You know how in kindergarten I didn't get to study? Well, in first grade, we STUDY. Awesome, huh?
Keaton: I need to learn how to play the banjo. You're supposed to learn how to play the banjo before you play the guitar.
Tucker: At 2:15 p.m. it was 100 degreess outside, but we were checking it with a rotary thermometer, so that could be approximate.
Lots of life changes, but the Hickman boys are still the Hickman boys.
