Hmm...today, during lunch James and Mouse were reading my bracelets, they read the one that says "bite me", they both took it literally, and at the same time, grabbed my arm and started biting me. I have a mouth-shaped bruise from Mouse. James didn't bite so hard, but while I was distracted by Mouse, he took my "I love my devy" bracelet. And didn't give it back. After school, I asked for it back, he said "yeah...about that..." and I said "you broke it didn't you." grrrrrr...

James: I want to lick your arm!


Confirmation...I swear every class I learn something cool that I didn't know about my religion.

I knew before that it's tradition to not name your child after someone living, there was some superstition behind it that I've forgotten...but tonight I learned that you also would not give your child the exact same name as someone who has died...because then the angel of death will confuse the child with the dead person and come and kill them "again". So you'd give your child that person's first name as their middle name, or give them a name with the same first initial, something like that. Jews are so superstitious. I love it.

Mr. W: No, that kid was not possessed, he went insane!