It's... SUMMER!

6:30AM

“It’s… SUMMER!” Puck’s voice rang out clear and strong from the top bunk that early Saturday morning.

“It’s… summer?” Yali echoed, oblivious to the meaning of the term. “It’s summertime, it’s summertime, it’s summertime…”

4th grade was a situation of the past; now I had a genuine 5th grader and Preschool/Pre-K/Pre-something on my hands. Which automatically meant all kinds of ideas and experiments (Mom-approved or non-Mom-approved), which also meant all kinds of mischief. Eleven and a half weeks of it.