Remember the kid from your childhood who ate his boogers?
The one who ate paste?
The four-eyes? The brace-face?
The one who peed his pants in the third grade?
The one who wore purple pants every day of sixth grade?
The one who threw up in the middle of class? Twice?
How about the kid who fell asleep at his desk? Then fell out of his chair? But stayed asleep and dreaming while all the kids and the teacher gathered around and watched in amazement?
That was my son.
Exceeding expectations at every turn.
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