Maybe Casey’s beard will eat his head.
Back from naptime, which was interrupted by a dispute between James and Kathleen and wafts of burnt-chickpea scent. Santana is happy with his new heat lamp. Tom has gone back to his computer game.
I got an email from an adult staffer at Camp Grimes who said Tom was “very interesting to talk to ... and his brothers, so original ...” and could she have his email address regarding Chemistry tutoring. *sigh* Ain’t nothin’ like Tom the Son.
Speaking of sons, OldTax-lady read an article about computer programming in the WSJ this morning (I know, because I read it too), and sent me an email saying she would pay to send Pat to computer camp. However, the “season” ends next week, and they’re all full, so it will have to be next summer, or maybe Christmas break.
'Cept maybe Rocket the Galactic Defender.