Saying a Little and a Lot

 Going through some old notes that she had packed away, Fiorella came across some real gems:

We went to Older Son's band concert one night, and he kept an eagle eye on us the whole time, even noticed when Fiorella left for a moment to talk to a friend. OMG! Is this the same kid who walked by his mother without a sign of recognition when she stepped inside the school cafeteria two months ago?

My eleven-year-old outsmarted me! I slyly bought him a pair of jeans one size too large so he wouldn't grow out of them in just a month--instead, he shot two sizes up and the jeans were hanging around his navel.

Some kids bring happy memories home from camp. My kid tried to bring home a horse...and almost succeeded.

Warning: Fiorella is now trying to compose a list of people she knows or used to know, which means that if she can find your address, you're a target!