Our Tuition Dollars at Work

This morning I received text messages on my phone from three of our four kids. They are all in the middle of class. (Probably the only reason I didn't get one from OYD is because she doesn't have a cell phone yet).

OOS, in summer graduate school, writes: "Somebody shoot me. This class is so fluffy I can't take it any more".

OOD, in summer school (college) sent me some good news.

OYS, in high school, asked me to pick up something for his Ipod.

Too bad they didn't have text messaging when I was in school. I had to resort to drawing comic book figures all day.