This morning he came into my room and wanted help clipping his tie onto his shirt. It was 5:30am. I begged him wait. Spying doesn't start until 6:30am.
Her microscope kept falling out of her pocket.
Perhaps she'll be the next
Jane Goodall or
Professor Geraldine Seydoux.
He's actually a fan of the Red Sox.
He told me on the way to school this morning.
That sox.