A courageous cat caught a crow cawing at a crooked crack.
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By morgan
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Je m’appelle Milo
Milo was “France” for United Nations day at his school last week. His outfit got rave reviews all day and included a beret, black turtleneck, a navy velour bath robe-cum-smoking jacket, une petite moustache, and a snarky attitude.
All of the kids brought food from their country and we had a big potluck. Milo brought baguettes, fromage (Brie & Raclette), and grapes.
Lot’s of singing and learning about different cultures.
Zero means Nothing
Today Milo learned that “zero” means “nothing”…
Looks like we have some new bedtime reading to do.
p.s. – Marie is one of Milo’s teachers – she left this note for us to find in Milo’s lunch bag
Military School
Well, after much deliberation we’ve decided to pull Milo out of his cooperative hippie-dippie parent-led bilingual Montessori-inspired Waldorf-modeled Brooklyn-based RAD (radical artistic development) School and we’re putting him into a Military Academy.
Today, to get ready for the adjustment, we cut his hair: