Ridge joined the chess cluster (learning enrichment group) at the end of the school year. He had a lot of choices but wanted to try his hand at "chest." Of course.
He is quickly becoming hard core and playing Tere every chance he gets. (I don't know how.) He quit calling it chest but still refers to Bushups and Palms.
A random tip offered at 6:30 am to a sleeping mother..."when I want to cool off my arm, I breath on it, but I use my nose breath not my mouth breath because it's hot."
Ridge cleaned up after himself tonight and has taken a turn for the ultra obedient so I complimented him on it and he says, "I'm being nice so you don't go coo coo because when you go coo coo, it freaks me out." He sensed my being at my wit's end on this, the 4th and final night of one of Tere's Seattle trips.
Guess who got lost during the kindergarten field trip yesterday? This guy...
He found a police officer (Or a police officer found him? I am not sure.) and got reconnected with the group within five minutes. I understand the chaperones were panicked. His teacher didn't know until later. I am rather glad I didn't know until it was resolved. Scary. Hopefully he learned a lesson...in a safe and familiar environment. He doesn't seem at all upset by it, only embarrassed that he got lost...he was aiming for the restroom but clearly got very off course.