{I pulled this out of his take-home folder yesterday. Definitely a keeper.}
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At the beginning of the summer, I'm going to my grandma's house. I'm going to sleep in the tree house. I'm going to play with their dog, Ema. I'm going to go in their swimming pool. I'm going to pick fruit in their garden.
In the middle of the summer, I'm going to get ice cream. I'm going to go in the [town] pool. I'm going to play video games. I'm probably going to argue with Payton like this:
Conner: sereusly you need help.
Payton: I don't need help.
Conner: suit yourself.
I'm going to pick vegetables and fruit.
At the end of the summer, I'm going to go to my other grandma's house. I'm going to get some jobs. I'm going to get some noodles for school. I'm going to get a folder for school. I'm going to work on some scout things.
Now, if only the temperatures would get above 65 degrees then he could start to put his summer plans into action. Only one 80 degree day so far this year. Seriously? My kids are going to melt when we enter the mid-90's of California. And Conner is really going to learn what a scorcher is.
