No, I’m Totally Not Winking At You.

I’ve mentioned this before, but George and I play a game where we wink at each other and then totally deny it. “Were you just winking at me?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Not winking.

Now I’m playing an elaborate version of the winking game but about summer ending, and my time with the kids coming to an end. Hazy started second grade today. I’m not w̶i̶n̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ crying.

I can still remember taking this photo.
She doesn’t even try to eat the sign anymore. Sniff.

The nice thing about 2nd grade is that Hazy has a bunch of friends, pictured here in their Breakfast Club shoot.

Once Hazy was in school, George and I didn’t know what to do with ourselves. Just kidding, we played trains for like 8 hours. Then we went and met Matty for lunch, and George terrorized the businesspeople of Back Bay by insisting on going through all their revolving doors multiple times.


(Please continue to wait, businessmen.)

After school, we made Hazy’s dreams come true by picking her up at “walkers” and then I wheeled their asses over to JP Licks in the Mac Wagon and got them ice cream. Must. Hang. On. To. Summer.

Who are you wearing? “Let’s hang out!” sloth shirt, chocolate ice cream mustache. Follow Hazy’s fashion twitter account at @juniorfashionista

Tomorrow, Hazy tackles Day 2 and George and I head to Harvard Square for some hijinks with Ariel, baby Dax, and Dez. Monday, George starts kindergarten and I start actually working, like not on a Magnatile home. Gulp.

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