When I was an elementary school teacher, I used to tell parents at the beginning of the year “I’ll believe half of what your kids tell me about YOU if you’ll believe half of what they tell you about ME.”

Last week one of my twins told several of his teachers that his brother was home sick. He was home, but he wasn’t sick. Not even a little bit. He WAS quarantined with the rest of his classmates for several days after a Covid exposure. I’m not sure how that got lost in translation but I can only imagine.

Years ago we bought a new house in another town and had two weeks to sell our old house. We frantically staged, cleaned and saged that house for the sale. Although we are not Catholic, we heard it was helpful to bury a statue of St. Joseph upside down in the yard. So we gathered the kids and circled round him in a prayer for help, dug a little hole, put him in upside down and wished for the best. The house sold the very next day. Also that very same day, the kids went to school and told all their teachers “we buried a guy named Joe in the backyard last night and now we are moving.”

Kids are the best.