These days, my little people are babbling founts of information when they get in the car after school. Today's conversation had me in stitches.
R: (In his trademark gravelly, deep, little man voice) "Mom! Did you know that next week there is going to be a lady that looks in all our lunch bags to make sure we have a pwo-tein AND a fwuit in dere. So, you need to make sure and we-mem-ba a pwo-tein and a fwuit, like, um-ba, maybe some bwocolli and peaches!" (For the record, I have been observing these rules, already.)
A few minutes later I asked P about a note I got from his teacher today. The first part said, "P told me that it hurt his legs to sit 'criss cross applesauce.' Is there a different position I should try?" (This is not true, by the way.)
Me: "P, did you tell Ms. Shannon it hurt you to sit cross cross applesauce?"
P: (Completely busted expression...no defense whatsoever.)
Me: "Let's remember to always tell the truth, buddy. Do you know what the rest of the note says? It says: "Otherwise, P is fantastic!"
R: WOW, P! What'd you do to be fantastic?"
Everyone had a terrific second day, but I did get a report that K cried a litle at rest time because she 'missed Mommy and wanted to snuggle." I resisted the urge to tell her I felt the same way.