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Cute story, Comsie! I'm eager to read the next chapter!

On a happier note, Max got an academic award for a report that he did in science class. We're taking him out to a restaurant of his choosing this weekend. Tonight, though, we had broccoli-cheddar soup for dinner.

The anti-German sentiments were especially bad after WW II started, and my grandmother still remembers some of the prejudice her family received.

I would appreciate it if that word wasn't thrown around so casually. Some of my mother's family emmigrated from Germany after WW I.

Okay. Let's just agree to disagree on the pineapple issue, and put it to bed.

Hey! I like Canadian bacon!

For once, I agree with Drew.

But other forms of onion are acceptable?

I agree, Clo. Anyone who puts pineapple on pizza should be restrained.

Potato, bacon, sauteéd leeks, and Gruyere cheese. Tastes like Tartiflette on a pizza crust. And I would never put pineapple on pizza. *shudders*

Hey, Terry! Personally, I love root veggies more than squash. Potatoes, carrots, onions, and beets are often in rotation in my garden. Especially leeks. A potato, bacon and leek pizza fresh out of the oven is the first sign that Spring has arrived in Michigan! 😋

Hey, Drew!

Saw a pair of Eastern Bluebirds earlier. They were busy building in a nesting box in the backyard.

Is that what they call a premature detonation?

Likewise with NCIS. It's just not the same without Mark Harmon.

Spring Break already came and went, here.

Hey, Clo! Morgan, Max and I are good, today.

Maybe not, but how long can you carry on with your hand and a box of tissues?

Hey, Terry! I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing when Michael said "lurch back to his cave and do some more evolving."

It isn't bribery if you don't ask or expect the other person to do something in return.

It was my way of saying "Thank you" to Michael for all of his support.

On the way home from ballet class yesterday, we had Max's friend, Michael, riding with us because his mom wasn't able to pick him up. I overheard this conversation from the back seat. Michael: "....just don't listen to him. He's an idiot. Guys like that aren't worth thinking about." Max: "I guess." Michael: "Hey, have you heard about black swans?" Max: "What? Ummm, no...." Michael: "Well, like, hundreds of years ago, people thought black swans didn't exist, just 'cuz they'd never seen any. Then some explorer dude found black swans in, like, Australia or something. It was a huge blow-up, and everybody was shocked by how wrong they were." Max: "Soooo, what does that have anything to do with me or [name redacted]?" Michael: "[name redacted] needs to lurch back to his cave and do some more evolving. But he's wrong, about what he said about you. You're not weird or a loser. You're beautiful when you dance. You're a beautiful black swan." I didn't want to let them know I was listening, but I risked a glance in the rearview mirror; Max had the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face. He gave Michael a smooch on the cheek, and said, "Thanks, Mike." Michael's face turned red, but he was smiling, too. Today, after school, I found Michael standing near the curb outside the building. I asked, "Where's Max?" Michael responded, "He had to use the bathroom, but he'll be here soon." I gave Michael a quick hug and said, "Thank you for what you said to Max yesterday. He needs that kind of support. He's lucky to have a friend like you." Michael gave a shy smile, then his jaw dropped when I handed him $100 worth of vouchers for the downtown shopping area.

The city should have more ramps installed.