I am unbelievably busy with the end of the semester almost upon me (my excuse for not blogging in almost 2 weeks!).  At this point I am doubtful that I will complete everything in a timely manner with the quality of work I would like to put forth.  But I continue to take it one day at a time, one project at a time.  Items are being crossed off my “to do” list and that makes me happy.

But that is another story.  The story I would like to tell, is one I heard second hand from Husband at the dinner table tonight.  While he was driving the boys home from school tonight, conversation on the car radio turned to Charter schools.  Apparently Carter, our sweet kindergartener, misheard and thought they said Carter schools.  This, of course, delighted him to no end.  Schools just for Carters.

And why not.  Carters are pretty awesome.  Perhaps they warrant their own type of school…