…saw a man in antique military uniform setting up a small campsite…in the playground of a private school. Had no idea what that was about.
…went to a Farmers’ Market, Gabe in the stroller and doodling in his book all the way. We picked up beets (quite small still, but bigger than they have been!), spinach, asparagus, fresh eggs, and some local honey.
…stopped at a coffee shop for cone filters and a warm cup. We split a piece of angel food cake, too – “split” being used loosely, as Gabe devoured most of it.
Saw a friend there with her kids, though she was on her way out.
…dropped in the health food store, where I grabbed some Maranatha Almond Butter, adzuki beans, and some carob chips.
…had a complete meltdown of epic proportions in the middle of the health food store. Well, one of us did. Guess who?
The culprit had to be forcibly buckled into the stroller and quickly removed.
…ran into another friend on our way home, in the playground area of that school. (Turns out that the campsite was somehow related to “last day” activities, though I can’t imagine how.) Chatted with her for a bit through the fence, and we made loose arrangements for her to join us on future walks to the market.
…finished our walk home under cloudy skies that have since opened up and begun to drizzle. Oh, well; I had more fun on the walk than I would have had trying to get the grass cut before the rain!

Honestly, it sounds to me as if the teacher is suffering from “End of the year-itis”. I think it’s a bit much to send home a disciplinary report for him biting his nails. Umm…he’s a young boy, it’s nice weather, it’s almost summer, he’s bored, he wants to be outside, he doesn’t want to pay attention, he doesn’t want to be in school! He is probably exhibiting the exact same behavior as EVERY other child in her class. Lighten up lady, and learn when “discipline” really needs to be applied. Hitting other kids, lighting fires in bathrooms, swearing, etc. are things that need discipline. As for the non-smiley faces, it sounds to me as if this woman couldn’t find a genuine smile in her if it saved her soul. So from me to one of my favorite boys – here’s a great big smile!
Hang in there Carrie!
You must’ve looked pretty silly strapped into that stroller!