I've got to write about my son today. We've had the funniest day. Let me start by telling you his teacher is 27 years old, and CUTE! I wouldn't write about that, except it needs to be said in order to understand the scale of my embarrassment. I volunteer in his class once a week and honestly, I try and forget the fact he's the same age as my "baby" brother.
Anyway, today cute teacher says, I can spend a little time checking the kids work books to make sure they are all on track. I've had a bit of trouble with my son, actually doing his work and not spending most of the afternoon drinking as much water as possible to ensure as many trips to the bathroom as he can fit into a single afternoon, so I decide to check his work first.
Spelling book ~ on track!
Handwriting ~ looking good!
Vocabulary ~ two words for the day. First word, fabulous, they need to write the definition and then come up with a sentence using the word. Then they get to draw a picture depicting their sentence.
I get to the second word. The word is flexible. Definition: willing or able to make changes. Then I read my kids sentence...
My mom is so flexible, she can touch her head to her toes! ummm.... OH MY GOD!! All I could do was laugh! I briefly considered grabbing him by the shirt and asking him, "HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT??"
Then all I could think about was the big pink eraser, where the hell is the big pink eraser? Immediately afterward we got called out of the room to go rehearse our Veterans Day celebration. I never did get to erase the sentence.
When I told my friends what he wrote we laughed so hard I almost wet my pants. We have had a very funny day... and I'm sure cute teacher and I will have plenty to discuss at parent teacher conferences, and I am SO glad he didn't have time to draw the picture!
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