When will it end?

 I don't know where she heard this but Belle pulled this phrase out in exactly the right context the other day. We were hunting for Bubbie, yet again (or shall I say I was hunting). Anyway, she was reclining, yes, reclining on the couch holding Wilbur and with the right intonation and dismal look says, "Oh, when will it end?" The drama queen has entered the building. 

Drew got a rave review from his teacher the other day. She told me he is now reading and comprehending at a level 6, which is above his current grade. I'm so pleased for him. I hope and pray that he will develop a love of reading and learning. 

Sensitive

 About a year or so ago, I was singing "you are my sunshine" and when I got to the second stanza where it talks about "I had a dream dear, when I lay sleeping, that I held you in my arms, and when I woke dear, I was mistaken so I held my head and cried.", he would object to me singing it because it was "sad". 

Today, the a very sorrowful and melancholy version of "somewhere over the rainbow" by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole was playing on the stereo when he came in, and he pauses and asks "what song is this?" I asked if he liked it. He said yeah. 

I think it shows he has a sensitivity to beautiful words and sounds and sensitive little soul. I wonder how he'd enjoy poetry?