Caleb could have an entire blog just dedicated to him. He marches to a different drum. About a year ago he stopped distinguishing between fiction and non-fiction. Almost every day, Caleb's school teacher relates to me the latest thing that Caleb has said to add to his web of stories. Yesterday it centered on me.
Caleb to Mrs. Evan: My mom has shoes like that.
Mrs. Evans: That's good.
Caleb: Yeah, she got them in college. She doesn't have any money to buy new ones so she keeps on wearing the old one.
Mrs. Evans: Maybe she can check with your dad and get more money.
Caleb: Maybe.
At least this time I was thrifty in his mind! I didn't even know he knew what college is.
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