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| Thursday, April 06, 2006 |
| Studies |
He sits at the table in quiet concentration,
His brow is furrowed.
He impatiently taps the eraser of his pencil on his notebook.
A frustrated sigh escapes through clenched teeth.
"I just don't KNOW!" he laments,
finally allowing his rage to explode from his little frame.
The poor kid.
He reads a bit, flipping back and forth from page to page.
I set a bottle of juice and a cookie next to his mess of papers.
"Take a break"
He sighs,
"I love you, Mom." |
posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 6:44 PM  |
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