last week there was apparently a minor accident on the playground. a little girl fell of the jungle gym and hurt her back. g told me that the "gladeville (his school) doctors" came to see her. curious, i asked, "did they come in an ambulance." no was his reply. hmmm. still curious, "well what did they look like?" g says, "she was real skinny. i think she must be on a diet." aaaaaaaaah mystery solved . . . that would be the tiny school nurse who gets to wear scrubs to work. of course i told her the story and she's been laughing about it all week.
yesterday (art day) in regards to the art teacher g tells me, "that man's not a real artist!" (insert an oh dear here) "all we do is make DANG STINKIN' LETTERS!" g would much rather be drawing creatures with lots and lots of teeth.
and last night . . . "mommy that poop felt like a rock coming out of my butt!!!" fortunately (or unfortunately) he saves the serious business to do at home.
i'll leave you with a quote from the reader's digest my sister left behind . . . "when raising young kids, remember: the days are long, but the years are short."
do you have any amusing anecdotes or words of wisdom to share about the ways of children?