Write four lines of prose about: the bully.
It was a windy morning, but at least the rain held off after dumping on us all of last night. So I took Max and Miles to do some grocery shopping and to visit the coffee shop (to make Max eat the rest of his breakfast before he could have his morning snack. Also: coffee).
After lunch we did a family trip to the nearest fruit stand to stock up on squash (butternut, delicata, and festival) since our squash plants... never actually made it to the garden this year.
Oh well, better luck next year.
I don't need to talk to anybody. I know what they would say, all the useless advice they would have for me.
No thanks, guys - I've got better things to do with my time than to deal with your pathetic attempts to "help" me.
Like stealing Kevin Carter's lunch money and throwing Evan Brown's homework in the toilet.