Little Man had a student-led conference at his school on Monday. These are pretty cool, since the kids are responsible for talking about what they’ve learned, their progress, their goals, etc. They also select certain pieces of work that they’re particularly proud of to show off.
As Little Man was going through his work he wanted to show me, he clutched his papers to his chest and loudly said, “Oh, no!”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He kept his papers clutched to his chest. “I can’t show you. I can’t believe I did this.”
I patted his back. “Whatever it is, it’ll be fine. Go ahead and show me.”
“I accidentally turned Abraham Lincoln into a zombie, and he looks horrible!”
When I saw the picture, I couldn’t help it — I burst out laughing. He was right, the zombie factor was strong with Abe.
“You’re laughing at my picture!” LM accused.
“I’m laughing at your zombie comment,” I said. “It’s not every day you hear Abraham Lincoln and zombie mentioned in the same sentence.”
Another piece of his work also elicited giggles from both the teacher and me.
He goes through all the stuff he’s good at, what he needs help with, and then there’s that awesome wish that isn’t in any way related to the school stuff: “I wish the world was made of donuts.”
Me, too, buddy. Preferably chocolate cream donuts from Dunkin Donuts.
As for Baby Girl, her bossiness has had us laughing. She’s become quite fond of grabbing someone’s hand, pulling them to the couch or the kitchen table or the floor, and then patting wherever she wants you to park your butt and saying, “Seet down. We read book. We crayon. We play. We bites. We nonut.” (The last two are when she indicates she’s hungry and when she wants a donut.) Every little bit, you can hear her yelling at someone to “seet down.”