The Bucket

I got to pick Declan up from school today. When I walked in there were lots of kids all interacting in different groups. Declan was playing a marble game with two other boys on the floor. He jumped up when he saw that I was there. One of the boys was Alex (who is in a different Kindergarten class but Alex is also JK and in the YMCA program with Declan. Well Alex's Dad arrived at the same time so the boys got dressed at the same time and walked out of the school together. In the car Declan told me that Alex was like Veedaant and would be a best friend forever. Maybe they'll be in the same class next year.

So I took Declan for a hair cut and when we were walking to the car he asked why it smelled like French Fries. I said probably because there were a lot of restaurants around. He said "I want French Fries for dinner. I want McDonalds French Fries for dinner." Of course I'm a sucker so he got a grilled cheese Happy Meal. He devoured it.

Best part of our travels this evening: Declan telling me how everyone had an invisible bucket on their head. That when you say or do something nice for someone you put a drip in their bucket. There are bucket fillers and bucket tippers. You don't want to be a bucket tipper. I asked him if I was a bucket filler and he told me I was. He then told me that he put a drip in my bucket because he loves me. I told him he filled my bucket right up. He really is my Sunshine.