Say what?

Mason brought home all A grades at mid-semester recently, and is generally regarded as a smart kid by one and all, but every so often he loses things in translation. In church Wednesday night he leaned over and whispered, "Mom, what does your shirt say?" I whispered back "It says, 'Authentic'." Then he said, "What does that mean?" I said "It means real . . . not a forgery." "Oh," he said. Then he whispered something I couldn't hear to Monte, and Monte started laughing. Then I heard Monte say, "No honey, you're thinking of 'Autistic'."

Not sure what's more disturbing, that my 5th grader didn't know the meaning of the word Authentic, or that he thought I would rock a shirt with the word 'Autistic' on it to church.

Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.0

They're Their There

I don't know if it's Oklahoma, Fifth Grade, or what, but I have done more in the way of project homework help in the last two weeks than ever in the past decade of parenthood. Last week, we made an animal cell composed entirely of candy. Ever try to find a sugary treat that looks like mitochondria? I even drove all the way to Michael's (remember, this city is freakin' spread out) to get chocolate fondant for the cell itself, and pretty gel icing for the cell membrane. And it doesn't look like it's going to let up . . . this week Mason had to hand draw an island, complete with geographical, agricultural and industrial features. Big deal you say? No problem, you insist? Then I forgot the best part . . . for these fun projects, we get one to two days notice. Oh yeah, and Stephen has to read to me while I help Mason create these things, because he has homework too . . .

I was a much better parent before I had kids.