Out of the mouths of Babes....

So we were driving down the road and out of the blue, Monster Girl throws this at me....

MG- So mom, how come there were so many black and white presidents, a few other color presidents, and then Orock Obama is all the colors.

ME- Ummmm...what Are you talking about?

MG- (frustrated at my obvious ignorance) THE PICTURES IN THE HALL AT SCHOOL. There are a lot of black and white presidents.....

Ahhh...the ways their minds work.

There is a building in our town with the address 444 painted HUGE on the side of the building. EVERY time we pass it, Monster Boy says, "That's my work." So, Tuesday was Monster Boy's birthday and we spent the afternoon at the park. On the way home we passed the 444 building and as usual Monster Boy said, "there's my....." and then it hit him. "Aww man, that's not my work anymore." Apparently, now that he's not 4 anymore, he's lost his "job" at the 444 building. Anyone know of any buildings with address 555???

School has started and while that has it's own issues, it also brings the start of all the extra activities the kids are involved in. So Monster Girl had her first dance class of the season last night. It's a lyrical ballet class, and the teacher is new to the studio. After class I asked her how it was. Her response? "It was better than last year. At least this teacher isn't part Franch." I (laughing to myself) said, "what do you mean?" She answered, so matter of factly, " She's not part Franch, or whatever, she uses real words, not those Franch ones to tell us what the moves are." She's such a goofball....

Shoty who?

While chatting with some friends today, I was reminded of a comment monster boy made last year, and thought I'd share it with you! While preparing for the parent dance at monster girl's dance studio,we repeatedly listened to Flo'rida's song "Low." Weeks later, while driving monster boy and I had this conversation:



monster boy: Mommy? who's Shoty?

me: huh?

monster boy: (impatiently)SHOTY!

me: I hear what you are saying, but I don't know what you are asking.

monster boy: you know mommy, in the song, it says Shoty got low low low.



Apparently you can put the boy in the ghetto, but you can't put the ghetto in the boy!!!

When in doubt, DANCE!

So I sat through a 90 minute meeting debating the pros and cons of competitive vs performance team for the fall. Is Monster Girl ready? Can she really handle the extra classes? Does she even pay attention now? Can she possibly learn a dance in two hours? Does she even want to?

With all those questions in mind, I came home and did something I don't so often enough....I asked her. Do you want to take harder dance classes? Do you want to take more classes? Will you practice and learn your dance? After very impatiently and dramatically (would we have it any other way)answering all these questions, she jumped up and began doing her current routine. The routine that I sat and watched her NOT DO at class yesterday. The routine that I watched and thought to myself...there is NO way she is ready for more. Yep...that's the one...the oe she just did move for move and right on. Brat! So I decided to challenge her a little bit. "How about your box step? Can you do that?" At this point the drama has come out in full force. The eyes are rolling, the heads cocked to the side and in the most snotty,know-it-all voice I heard, "Do you mean my jazz square (apparently I don't know dance terms and I'm being called out on it by a 5 year old!)? Duh!" And she proceeds to do a perfect jazz square......So the auditions are in a few weeks......I guess we'll let the judges decide!

Will I ever learn to do hair?????

So Monster Girl decided today that she wanted braids on both sides of her head. Her hair isn't really long enough to pull up and still have enough to braid.....so I attempted a french braid......with attempted being the operative word. Apparently I braid upside down, so the braid sits above the hair, instead of under. And I don't have the patience( or the actual ability) to grab EVEN amounts of hair from each side. And so, poor Monster Girl went to school with this hair. If anyone wants to give me lessons, I'm in!!!

Out of the mouths of babes.......

This was sent to me by the media specialist at my school.....apparently this was a first grader.

What would you do?
I was working with a very young child this week, teaching him something about a computer program. He was so amazed at the “magic” that I could perform on the computer! Apparently, I showed him something that just blew his mind, because in the most serious, innocent way, he said to me,
“ FO’ REAL BITCH?” No disrespect intended. Now, I’ve gotten many unusual responses from kids in my 15 years, but that’s one for the books!

Only at Lincoln!!!