School has come along just to end it.
All systems are go. We are short one flexible ruler and a bunch of book covers.
I informed Tim that this year we will forego the snazzy, nylon books covers and instead embrace old school tactics, i.e. brown paper grocery bags.
"You're kidding, right" he asked, giving me a look that was equal parts disbelief and panic.
No, I am not kidding. These new-fangled devices fail on two counts:
1. They are ridiculously over-priced.
2. They fall off.
The nice lady at Kroger handed me a thick stack of grocery bags free of charge. We will cut and tape this afternoon. Time for a trip down memory lane when algebra books sported not a shiny bunch of Nascar racers but a plain grocery bag perfect for scribbling dreamy comments about Shawn Cassidy and sketches of Nadia Comanici on a balance beam.
In the meantime, the house is quiet except for the soft thump of Ainsley's knees as she makes her way through the house. My girl and I are enjoying the serenity.