Everything I hear about the Lad tells me he is quality material. An inquiring journalist along with everything else!

I think every loose writing gene in the entire family gene pool ended up in him. He is a fine writer at an early age. I had a moment of profound amazement a couple of weeks ago, when he asked me to read something and edit it. I actually felt twinges of jealousy. What a strange and surprising emotion. He wrote something that I wish I could have written and know I will never be able to write. That was a bit of a shock. He has a lot to learn yet, but he’s had some fantastic mentors already. It shows. Writing is his first love and I think that’s where he’s headed over the long term.

I have to say I am surprised that they are allowed to have such a club. I would love to read what he writes about it. I wish A would let me read some of the things she writes! She loves to write fiction for the most half. The only stuff I can get my hands on is the the papers she writes for class essays. And even those are hard to get my hand on!

I guess as long as the club is *officially* a non-demoninational club, it’s fine. That gets around the legalities.

Turns out the student advisor didn’t show up this morning, so the kids took the lad to Dunkin Donuts instead and sang Bible verses to him on the way. They had fun and talked very freely.

Now, however, the lad is home with a stomach virus and my aren’t we having fun. Poor kid.

(Must resist temptation to ask whether it was DD or the proselytizing which caused the stomach virus.)

I know which of the two is more likely to make me sick to my stomach.

I’m guessin’ not Dunkie Donuts? You’ve survived that experience a few times in great shape. ;)

Probably nothing more than an errant bug, working it’s way through the high school. He’s back to normal today.