Today Gus turned 6. I tried to tell him last night that it would be his last chance to say the family prayer as a five year old. He was confused. This morning before school he opened his presents….positive reaction to all the gifts sent him. When he looked at the present I gave him (a puzzle of Europe) he said, with dissapointment, “There’s no Texas on this!”
Confusion still reigns at six.
Who cares about Texas anyway?