Monday, September 10, 2007

Look at what I found...


Somebody's kid who was 'Caught being Good' (thats what the sticker says) on his first day of Kindergarten, ended up knocked out on the back seat of my car. My child however was sprawled on the ground throwing a fit about 30 minutes after this. Somebody needs to come get their well behaved kid...


Those strangers 'Good' kid also got a stellar report after his first week of school. Follows all instructions, is so well behaved, no one has any problems with him. Jovial, friendly, sharp and only has to be told to do anything once. He is still being evaluated however because he may have to jump back a class since his letter recognition is non existent and his letter writing is...what is less than non existent? However Aunty is just up in the air with him this first week because she keeps saying he's so sharp that she doesn't want to send him back quite yet, until she's sure. So we'll see.

The first day was harder on Mummylicious and Daddylicious than on mammynicechile. He was (unnecessarily) up at 5:30am, overly excited at the prospect of school. After getting introduced to his Aunty he was like 'So...yeah...can I go play now?'. Because clearly kids playing with blocks is more fun than hugging your parental units. We were quite hurt. Stood outside the school chatting for absolutely no reason for a couple minutes. Daddylicious seemed quite torn that his baby was now a man, and even went to spy on him at lunch time but saw nothing (ok ok I was no help there, he said his heart wouldn't be able to take the trauma if he saw him all lonely in a corner but I convinced him to go anyway, yes we're hover-ers but it was the first day of school sheesh and its not like anyone saw him and we didn't plan to go again, why am I trying to defend this?). So now its onto the...rest of his life! Poor child. Little does he know, this is only the beginning of this school shizz. I wonder how long he'll continue to be excited by all this? I'm over it.

Leg and Thigh, some fries maybe...



I am brushing small mans hair one day and like a typical Mommy his face is smushed into my bosom. He takes his little index finger and pokes me and goes 'Mummy whats this?'. So I steups and say 'You KNOW what that is...what is it?' He says matter of factly 'A bwest.' So I say 'Exactly so why you asking me then? Steups.' Then he starts to chuckle so I ask him whats so funny smallest? He says:

*chuckle*
When you called K-Epp-See (KFC), you asked them for a BWEST!
*chuckle chuckle*
Why you ask K-Epp-See for a BWEST!?
*chuckle chuckle*

So by now I am dying of laughter because:
1. He is a maco and he is taking notes when I am on the phone
2. Poor child! Why is he trying to find a correlation between types of bwests at 3yrs old?

So I explain to him that chickens also have bwests, I mean breasts. While he thought this was hilarious I think he made a mental note to investigate the next chicken he saw to make sure he did indeed see nipples.

Maybe I need to order less k-ep-see. Hmmmm...