I need some happy. Well, some luck, more like. Minifob is starting to experience bullying issues--inevitable for him, to be honest, and not yet enough to address with the teacher, but enough to make him sad.
We're entered into the charter school lottery. We find out March 8. Chances are maybe 1 in 4 for Minifobette, more like 1 in 20 for Minifob. But if either one gets in the other gets sibling preference.
We really need to get in. But I'm so not hopeful for our chances.
Appease the universe for us with a lyrical verse, por favor.