isaiah... he can write.

just need to brag here. but my boy, isaiah, he can write.

he had to write a story,
and he chose to write about a boy in Sierra Leone.

(if you think our kids aren't listening... you are sadly mistaken)

so here is one sentence from the story:

"Jericho was just being woken up by a thundering yell, and scurried in the kitchen as quick as a mouse, where his father stood there like a tree stump in a bad mood."

am i proud?
uh, yah.