Just went to G's rehearsal for his school's play. He's a weed. Along with most the other boys who could pick from that, or a flower. Duh. No-brainer there.
He sang and jigged a little. It was cute. Wait, I mean cool. It was super cool. And he was super duper cool as a weed. If they gave out awards for being a weed in a school play, he'd win. Most Valuable Weed.
Going now to find out the sex of my bro and sis-n-law's bundle of joy. Exciting stuff...
