I am not much of a betting woman, but I would ante up my first born child on this one. Okay, I would even see you my first born and raise you my second born on the wager that you have never said either of these two phrases while at your job. I could probably just stop at "these two phrases.":
Phrase #1: "Whatcha got there? Oh...hmmmm...well, put that pickled baby shark in a jar under your desk and turn to page 63 in your math book. And don't even think about taking the cover off during the next 45 minutes. I'll take your word for it that his eyelids open and close."
Phrase #2: "Whoa! You look different today, did you get a haircut? Ah, I see...how embarrassing...well, I have never worn a weave before but I'll do my best to get yours back attached securely to your scalp."
True story, I said both today.
I love my job.
Looks like my kids are my own for another hand.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Practice Makes Perfect
Necessary background information: Courtney has been asking me for a sister, preferably one named Lainie who is 4.5 years old, quite often lately.
Last evening, after returning from work/piano lessons/soccer and while I was preparing dinner/monitoring Christopher completing his homework/emptying lunch boxes/signing permission slips for after school activities/writing checks for after school activities/drinking a cup of tea/listening to Courtney read her Word Wall Words 600 times/cleaning out 3 week old sludge from a fridge drawer that wouldn't open due to the rotten glaze that had been pears and that had leaked and settled in the drawer slides/trying to train the dog to run the microwave (okay, I may be embellishing the scene a bit...it was NOT tea, unless like me, you call your carbonated barley and hops beverage of choice "tea" to make yourself feel more centered and Eastern Asian), Courtney asked,
"Mom, someday soon can we have a whole day called a Practice Day?"
To this question I gave my most readily used and automated response to my children's requests, "Maybe someday."
In betweensips Word Wall Words, I replayed what she had asked me in my head and decided it was worth digging a bit deeper into.
"What is a 'Practice Day' Courts?"
"It's a day, like a Sunday, where we practice all day. I would practice piano. And tying my shoes. And spelling. Christopher would practice being a nice brother. And sharing. And talking nicely. And you and Daddy would practice making me a baby sister, named Lainie who is four and a half."
"Sorry Courts, Practice Day is a definite no-go."
Last evening, after returning from work/piano lessons/soccer and while I was preparing dinner/monitoring Christopher completing his homework/emptying lunch boxes/signing permission slips for after school activities/writing checks for after school activities/drinking a cup of tea/listening to Courtney read her Word Wall Words 600 times/cleaning out 3 week old sludge from a fridge drawer that wouldn't open due to the rotten glaze that had been pears and that had leaked and settled in the drawer slides/trying to train the dog to run the microwave (okay, I may be embellishing the scene a bit...it was NOT tea, unless like me, you call your carbonated barley and hops beverage of choice "tea" to make yourself feel more centered and Eastern Asian), Courtney asked,
"Mom, someday soon can we have a whole day called a Practice Day?"
To this question I gave my most readily used and automated response to my children's requests, "Maybe someday."
In between
"What is a 'Practice Day' Courts?"
"It's a day, like a Sunday, where we practice all day. I would practice piano. And tying my shoes. And spelling. Christopher would practice being a nice brother. And sharing. And talking nicely. And you and Daddy would practice making me a baby sister, named Lainie who is four and a half."
"Sorry Courts, Practice Day is a definite no-go."
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