Elly needed a ruler for her homework and searched the house for quite some time before coming up empty handed. She thought about it for a while and said “I am going to make my own ruler.”

“You go, girl. Way to improvise!”

She took a piece of paper and made one inch marks using her thumb as a guide. Then she took clear tape to cover it so it couldn’t be written on or marked up by her pencil as she used it.

“Now I can get my work done!” she exclaimed. “Do you know what I’m going to call my ruler?”

“What are you going to call your ruler, Elly?”

“Drastic Measures.”

This just in: It was another win tonight for the varsity football team. We are undefeated this year thanks to my son’s great efforts as water boy. Seriously. What team can be undefeated this late into the season if they aren’t well hydrated during the game?

Darren and I have yet to miss the Friday Night Lights. Fair or foul weather, we are there, waiting with bated breath for a time out to be called so that our baby boy can shine. Everyone else is headed to the concession stand but not me. I’m there at the sidelines shouting “YES! GET IN THERE KEVIN!! GOOOOOO! KNOCK THAT THIRST INTO TOMORROW! THAT’S MY BOY!!!”

Tonight at halftime we saw evidence of Kevin’s devotion to his role on the team as a dozen or so boys lined up against the fence and peed into the weeds for several minutes.

All thanks to number 52.