So today my family waited in line for hours and hours to pay our respects to a young boy who died too soon. Again. We went went to the calling hours with hundreds and hundreds of Newtown friends, students, teachers, families, coaches and neighbors for a 13 year old boy from my kid’s 7th grade class who died “unexpectedly” at home. 13. Just 13. Thirteen. 7th grade. Pollywogs and skateboards.
My Boy is No Vagina Cleaner
My youngest kid, the tweeny, 11 year-old Boy, recently expanded his vocabulary quite a bit, thanks to some older middle school athletes. With an unfortunate lacrosse birthday that pitted him against 6th and 7th graders rather the kinder, gentler, fart-obsessed 5th graders, he returned from the first lax tryout proclaiming: “These kids are really tall, really hairy, and they’re all talking about Izzy.” Izzy is our slightly older than her