Memories of a cold night by the fire

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 As we approach Jack's birthday, we have been discussing how things work now in kindergarten.  Many families no longer invite the whole class to a party, just mail the invitations to people's homes.  Save money?  Not have to deal with lots of kids?  Don't know.  Seems strange.  

At the same time, we have (hiding face in shame) watching our first ever season of American Idol.  The kids just thought the auditions episodes were so funny, as did we, and we just kept watching.  Tonight, as wthey cut down to the final 24, there was a particularly brutal cut that happened where the owoman was crying.  Jack turned to me, grabbed my arm and started howling.  I asked him if he was upset because the woman on the TV show was crying.  "No, I just need you." he said, burying his face in my arm and howling more.  He pepped up after the next contestant made it through.  Awww, my sensitive boy. 

Anyway, while going to bed tonight, I asked Jack if we should invite everyone in his class to his birthday.  "No Mom, we should make a list and number it one through twenty and write down everyone's name.  Then we can go through and write yes or no on whether they should be invited or not.  Just like on American Idol."

 

My little Simon!

Yowza!

We may need to have the talk about "less is more" regarding accessories sooner rather than later