Last Barlow 8th grade night! The youngest of four is not intimidated by the big high school. We made the rounds, stopping at all his sports tables, listened to the principal’s spiel (good job, Mr. Bhear!), and went to just one class presentation rotation (band) before taking off. “You sure you don’t want to check out any of the others? “Nah, I’m good.”
So, we dropped him off at youth group and went on a little mud pie date before it was time to pick him up again.
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