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2/5/10

The newest entry in the "kindergartenese" language manual


Each morning in kindergarten we do a mystery word. I write a word on the board that often relates to what we’re studying (right now we are doing animals) and I cover each letter with a brightly colored strip of construction paper. I unveil a letter at a time, and the kids shout out their guesses very loud and repeatedly, until finally I reveal the LAST LETTER!

It’s loud, chaotic and so much FUN. At one point I had uncovered the first two letters of our mystery word (WALRUS) and stopped the children to talk about what the possibilities could be. (There were six strips of paper, four more left, blah, blah, blah.)


My friend Jack raised his hand (THAT was a miracle in itself) and said, “Mrs. Smith, I think this mystery calls for PLASTIC MESHERS!”


Yep. I agree, Jack. (And for those of you out there who need an interpreter – I believe he meant DRASTIC MEASURES. J )


1/31/10

The barking dogs come in pretty handy once in a while.


You know that little bit of mom radar that we develop when our kids are infants? It’s amazing - we wake up at the first whimper, or the first cry for milk in the middle of the night. (Well, the leaking boobs are a bit of an alarm, as well...)

That radar comes in MIGHTY handy when those babies turn into 17 year-old children who TRY to sneak out or IN (has yet to be determined) at 3:48 in the morning. IN. THE. MORNING.

Me: "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE??????"


Sassy: “That was my friend Jack. He just stopped here to apologize for being a jerk. And WHY are YOU up, mother??”

Me: “Jack? Wait, that’s not your boyfriend. In fact, I haven’t seen this particular friend since last summer. And I am up because YOU are up. Let’s not confuse who is in trouble here. “

"Oh, and the next time he feels like coming over to say sorry, you tell him to come during the day.

In this house we do NOT accept APOLOGIES after MIDNIGHT."




(Apology, my $**. Does she think I’m stupid?)



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