Third and most honored son got sent to the principal's office on Thursday.

Seems as how his teacher was having a bad day (and no one was singing that
Daniel Powter song for her).

Son decided to "organize" the students and asked all,

"raise your hand if you want the OLD Mrs. Bolton back??"

He wouldn't stop and after getting all the kids more rowdy than they should
she sent him out.

EVERYone at school was laughing and grinning at me as they walked past me in
the hall.

I chastised all and reminded them that they would have to laugh with me when
he is sixteen and still charming and disarming his enemies down the road of
where we all have to travel.

Wish I had a small fraction of his early morning capabilities as well as his
people smart skills.