This morning Molly was rummaging in her backback for something she got at school the previous day. She told me it was a "free drug thing". That definitely had my attention. She eventually removed from her bag a red ribbon stating that she was "Drug Free". I asked her if she knew what that ribbon meant. She replied...
"Yes, I know. And you know what else, Mom? Probably, if Michael Jackson had gotten one of these ribbons in Kindergarten, he wouldn't be dead now." After I told her that she definitely understood being "drug free", I told Molly that maybe she was watching too much of the "Today" show with me in the morning because she doesn't forget anything. She then stated, "You want to know something else I know about Michael Jackson?" (Yes, I was afraid of the next sentence.) "One time...his hair caught on fire. THAT probably was not good." Great observation for a six-year-old. That certainly was not good.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Disturbed
Yesterday we had another "boy" moment that I really have to share. I hadn't been talking about these funny stories about boys in front of Molly because I didn't want her to think this "boy" stuff was that big of a deal. Here I thought this blog would be about funny school stories, and now I'm finding that my six-year-old may be thinking about boys a lot more than her "ABC's". The newest event happened while we were walking to my friend, Katie's, yesterday.
We had to pass by her school on our walk and she had me stop on the corner as we approached. I looked at the playground and there were two boys playing on the monkey bars. I looked back down at my daughter and saw that she was...get this...PRIMPING HER HAIR. I asked her what she was doing and she sheepishly said, "nothing, let's go." As we were walking she honestly asked me, "Do I look precious?" Of course, I answered with, "Molly, you are seriously disturbing me." She laughed and on we walked.
After we walked up the block two more boys were spotted on bikes. Molly, again, stopped and this time was fluffing her hair and shaking her head. Again, I asked what she was doing and she followed with, "NOTHING!" I had to inform her again that I really was quite disturbed. Then, she asked if I could see the curl in her hair. Oh dear. Shortly after her school was behind us, Molly stated that she was really enjoying our walk. I asked her to specifically tell me why this walk was so great. She said, "Well, there were boys."
I had to compose myself so I didn't try shaking the very thought of boys from her Kindergarten mind. Instead, I asked, "What was so great about those boys." Molly simply said, "Well, they were crushin'." There it was. That one sentence drew the line between what she learned at home and all the new things she'd learn from all the other kids at school. I looked at her, wondering about this new found slang, and asked, "What exactly is "crushin'". Molly innocently said, "It means they're fallin' in love." Oh. Is that all. Somebody get me a drink.
We had to pass by her school on our walk and she had me stop on the corner as we approached. I looked at the playground and there were two boys playing on the monkey bars. I looked back down at my daughter and saw that she was...get this...PRIMPING HER HAIR. I asked her what she was doing and she sheepishly said, "nothing, let's go." As we were walking she honestly asked me, "Do I look precious?" Of course, I answered with, "Molly, you are seriously disturbing me." She laughed and on we walked.
After we walked up the block two more boys were spotted on bikes. Molly, again, stopped and this time was fluffing her hair and shaking her head. Again, I asked what she was doing and she followed with, "NOTHING!" I had to inform her again that I really was quite disturbed. Then, she asked if I could see the curl in her hair. Oh dear. Shortly after her school was behind us, Molly stated that she was really enjoying our walk. I asked her to specifically tell me why this walk was so great. She said, "Well, there were boys."
I had to compose myself so I didn't try shaking the very thought of boys from her Kindergarten mind. Instead, I asked, "What was so great about those boys." Molly simply said, "Well, they were crushin'." There it was. That one sentence drew the line between what she learned at home and all the new things she'd learn from all the other kids at school. I looked at her, wondering about this new found slang, and asked, "What exactly is "crushin'". Molly innocently said, "It means they're fallin' in love." Oh. Is that all. Somebody get me a drink.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Field Trip
The field trip last week was a school bus safety lesson followed by a bus ride to a nearby park. It also happenned to be Molly's birthday, so at the park we had birthday snacks. My friend, who is a bus driver by day and an extremely talented quilter by night, was in charge of the bus safety lesson and transportation, which was kind of fun. He looked a little tired of his lesson because he said this was about the 15th kindergarten class he'd met with. Yikes!
The great thing about kindergarteners is they aren't afraid to answer questions. He'd ask a question to the class and EVERY kid would raise their hand. They'd all expect a turn to answer and they pretty much could say anything. After about five guesses, they just start repeating each other, and this really could go on for hours. Apparently they all want their voice to be heard, even if Susie already said it, and Susie was told it was the wrong answer, and Peter tried the same guess after Susie, and was also told it was incorrect, and Nathan guessed it, too...you see what I mean. Comical, but mentally wearing for a person like me with very little patience.
After the lesson we were loaded onto the bus for a "fun" ride around town. Another thing I learned that day was that anyone who has graduated from high school should be offered Dramamine immediately upon entering the bus. Molly wanted me to sit with her...in the very back seat. I had to keep my eyes constantly forward to avoid looking for a paper sack. Some chaperone I was. Who cared if the girls in front of us were peering through the seat cracks and not facing forward? Or that the boys next to us were playing rock, paper, scissors, and then violently taking the results out on each other? I certainly could not care, or I would have been initiating an emergency evacuation due to illness.
Luckily, we did make it to the park without Molly getting embarassed. The kids managed to practice evacuating without injuring themselves. We also managed to pass out snacks without incident...even though every other kid asked for two, and I had to make sure one little girl didn't touch the cookies due to a wheat allergy. We did bring her an alternate snack, but I'm not sure what a cocoa bar tastes like without gluten, dairy, shellfish, etc. After snack, it was off to the playground to let their inner "wild thing" run free. Kids were everywhere! Molly's teacher and I worked on our zone defense to keep everyone at the playground and to run down small children who chased after the wild geese. Luckily, we all made it back to the bus safely with all children accounted for...even Molly...hand-in-hand with her friend, "Guy".
The great thing about kindergarteners is they aren't afraid to answer questions. He'd ask a question to the class and EVERY kid would raise their hand. They'd all expect a turn to answer and they pretty much could say anything. After about five guesses, they just start repeating each other, and this really could go on for hours. Apparently they all want their voice to be heard, even if Susie already said it, and Susie was told it was the wrong answer, and Peter tried the same guess after Susie, and was also told it was incorrect, and Nathan guessed it, too...you see what I mean. Comical, but mentally wearing for a person like me with very little patience.
After the lesson we were loaded onto the bus for a "fun" ride around town. Another thing I learned that day was that anyone who has graduated from high school should be offered Dramamine immediately upon entering the bus. Molly wanted me to sit with her...in the very back seat. I had to keep my eyes constantly forward to avoid looking for a paper sack. Some chaperone I was. Who cared if the girls in front of us were peering through the seat cracks and not facing forward? Or that the boys next to us were playing rock, paper, scissors, and then violently taking the results out on each other? I certainly could not care, or I would have been initiating an emergency evacuation due to illness.
Luckily, we did make it to the park without Molly getting embarassed. The kids managed to practice evacuating without injuring themselves. We also managed to pass out snacks without incident...even though every other kid asked for two, and I had to make sure one little girl didn't touch the cookies due to a wheat allergy. We did bring her an alternate snack, but I'm not sure what a cocoa bar tastes like without gluten, dairy, shellfish, etc. After snack, it was off to the playground to let their inner "wild thing" run free. Kids were everywhere! Molly's teacher and I worked on our zone defense to keep everyone at the playground and to run down small children who chased after the wild geese. Luckily, we all made it back to the bus safely with all children accounted for...even Molly...hand-in-hand with her friend, "Guy".
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