It's sheet-changin' day in the Storch household, and frankly, as the mother of three boy children, this isn't really the sort of stuff I expected to one day find hidden under their blankets and mattresses.
The only thing missing from this stash was his Bill of Rights, which he took to school today. They have a history test tomorrow and he could not be more excited about it. "It's going to be a blast! I'm going to get an A+!" I have no doubts that he will.
Last night we finished the homework/chores/dinner gauntlet early enough that the boys technically had time to watch a movie instead of just a show before bed.
Noah said thanks, but actually, he'd rather watch another installment of a George Washington TV miniseries from 1984 on YouTube.
He also built his own Fort McHenry. I've promised him tours of the U.S. Capitol and the Supreme Court, as well as a repeat visit to the National Archives to see his best buds the Founding Documents again. And Williamsburg, again, please please please? We also have to get to the library more often, because he's running low on fresh reading material.
"Dude, you officially know so much more than I do about any of this stuff. You should be a historian when you grow up. You could teach or write books about history? Or maybe be a Constitutional lawyer? We could use more of those right now."
"Nope, sorry. I'm still going to be a time traveler."
(Okay. Maybe he'd like Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure? God, I suck at nurturing this.)
UPDATE: Went to put his sheets in the washing machine and this fell out.
MY KID HAS LITERALLY BEEN READING COMMON SENSE BY THOMAS PAINE. STOP IT I'M DEAD NOW.