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Hidekazu came over crying. His grandma brought him in her car. His mom informed him that on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, when Kenzo has Friends Club, it's not good to come over and play. He was upset because up to now it's been a relative free-for-all of playtime and now there are some new rules. Eri talked with his grandma and everything seems to have been worked out. They've got a play date tomorrow at 3-Chome Park and Hidekazu's mom is coming so she and Eri can talk about setting expectations for the boys.

Eri informed me early that she was gonna make taco rice for lunch. She knows I have a random schedule these days, especially when it comes to lunchtime. Sometimes it's early, sometimes late, sometimes no lunch break. She asked me around 9 when I "officially" started work what time would be good to have lunch together.

Because of today's meeting schedule we did lunch at 11, and it was delish.


I'm not sure when or how "taco rice" got into my consciousness, but from time to time I encounter it. I think it's a Japanese thing. It's basically everything you would put into a Mexican taco, but on top of rice. I mentioned loco-moco to Eri and she said oh yeah a fried egg on top would've been good too.

Eri went to the elementary school to have a meeting with Kenzo’s teacher. Apparently he’s not a good dancer. But he is good at writing and math.

Kenzo brought home a weird purple keychain and a fancy eraser yesterday and he said that his teacher gave them to him. Of course Eri was skeptical so she asked his teacher today at their meeting and of course she said she had no idea about it. So Kenzo got in trouble. He seems to have scooped up the items off the floor of his classroom and claimed them as his own instead of putting them in the lost and found basket like he's supposed to.

He's learning.

He'll be returning the items tomorrow and apologizing to his teacher. I'm curious how that will go.


Walking down the hill for my late afternoon break I noticed the grass in Ryokuchi Park was freshly cut. It smelled like a wild salad. 

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