Jackson the Day Trader and Future Wall Street Baron

A quick one while Angie recuperates:

I usually make the boys school lunches (unless they get hot lunch but they are all so picky and for some reason the school doesn't offer pizza every day). This morning Jackson made his own lunch before I got up.

Christopher, sensing an opportunity, immediately alerted me that Jackson had not made a "normal" lunch. Here is the exchange:

Chris: Jackson, what did you pack in your lunch?

Jackson [confused by the question]: Nothing.

Christopher [running up to me]: He only packed cookies! He only packed cookies, He only packed cookies!

Chris [turning to Jackson]: What? How many cookies?

Jackson: 8.

Chris: [only sputtering noises came out of my mouth]

Jackson [very defensively]: What? Do you know what I can trade those for? I can have the best lunch in the school.

Sensing he was correct, I let it go. I admire his business acumen. Plus Angie was asleep so I couldn't get in trouble for letting him leave the house with a lunch consisting solely of 8 Oreo cookies.

I'm sure somewhere a mother or two or three lovingly packed some nice lunches that were all eaten by my son Jackson. It's not all a loss, though, as your son(s) and/or daughter(s) probably got a couple of Oreos out of the deal.

The street value of this pile of Oreos can only be calculated in an elementary school lunchroom:

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Jackson's future employment:

Last Week of School

I am so happy that school is almost over. It has been a busy week and I will be glad when we can sleep in and do nothing. Here is a little review of our week.

Chandler received one of the six character awards for the fifth grade.

Christopher receiving an honor roll medallion. He was on first honor roll for the whole year.

Jackson presenting his report on Stonewall Jackson (all of his school reports have the word Jackson in them).

Chandler on his 5th grade picnic.

What am I doing?

I think I must be pretty dumb. It is 4:45 and I just dropped my kids off at a primary activity. So what am I doing? Am I reading or taking a nap? No, I am studying for a test. Why would I think that at the age of 37 it was a good idea to go back to school? I am remebering all those late night cram sessions, the papers, and the boring lectures. Why am I doing it all over again? I guess I am just a glutton for punishment. Wish me well.

2nd Grade Musical

Minutes before the concert we had to leave to get a parking spot: 45

Minutes we had to wait before the concert started:30

Minutes we had to sit during the concert: 30

Watching Christopher sing Thanksgiving Boogie: priceless