The day began when Leah came into my bedroom and asked, "Is Daddy here?" in that hopeful voice that little girls have. She did not like my answer. I think she dreamed of her Daddy. Sigh.
Alan studied for his English test. It's not that he doesn't know the subject but I know many Americans who have problems with "their", "there", and "they're". So, there. David is nervous about his bike test next week. Yes, that's a thing here in Germany. All fourth graders take a bike test, complete with reading of signs and traffic rules. I'm sure he will be fine.
In the afternoon, the boys had friends over and went up the hill to fly kites. Leah, unfortunately, didn't want to treck up the hill after preschool - I think she was tired out. I refused to take the car for the little trip up the hill, she threw a fit... and then they boys came back and I fed everyone doughnuts. Everybody trooped back outside again, to fashion giant swords and pretend-fishlines from bamboo sticks and twine.
Alan's friend F is a head taller than him. F's brother, who is in second grade, is also taller than Alan. That is a tall, tall family. Their mother is tall. The father is very tall. I tease them by asking them what they get for dinner because they grow so well. My kids aren't stunted. It's that their friends are giants. Something in the water, it must be.
There was a lot of laundry.
Dinner was Teriyaki chicken.
Friday night movie was Cars II.
My BFF wrote a lovely post about her childhood summers on the Jersey shore. You should go and read it now.