My kid is so excited that school's almost over that he's singing about it. "I'm so glad, I'm almost out of school!" he sang, running through the house this morning. He only goes half-day tomorrow, and then that's it until August 14. Although SkooterPie isn't singing loudly about the end of the school year, I know that he's happy too.

So Tiger basketball player Shawne Williams has hired an agent for the upcoming NBA draft, ending all hope of him returning to the U of M to play for a second year. Honestly, I wish him the best. I don't blame him for entering the draft. He has his family to think of, a family that is apparently very poor. I hope he has a great NBA career.

File under "I thought we were through with that in pre-school": A kid bit Jesse earlier this week at Lindenwood. Apparently Jesse annoyed a classmate to the point where he was practically daring the kid to bite him. So, I, of course, fussed at Jesse.

I was prepped for a Jesse smackdown mentally anyway, because all I knew initially was that there had been an incident at Lindenwood and that a parent had left a voicemail for us saying she was "shocked" about what had happened. When SkooterPie told me this, I broke out into a sweat. "What has our son done now?" I asked. My imagination supplied some nice scenarios: He's shown his penis to a girl. Or he's drawn a swastika on his body. Or he's used a racial slur. Or he's stolen something. Now, I know that I'm not raising a perverted Nazi bigot theif. But, then again, I'm not with him 24 hours a day, and I sometimes wonder what he's learning out in the world when he's away from me. So, sweating profusely, I return the parent's phone call. And she tells me that she's mortified to report that her son bit my child. And I breathed a huge sigh of relief and practically thanked her for not telling me that my child had violated/offended/harmed her child in some way. Whew! Dodged that bullet. For now.