Archive for August, 2007

A question for you

So I was just won­de­ring, at what age do chil­dren gene­rally start wiping their own butts after doing their bid­ness on the toilet?

I don’t have as large of a com­men­ting rea­dership as some of my favo­rite blog­gers do, so if you don’t know, could you ask your rea­ders?  Pretty Please?

I’ll pro­mise to show you something really emba­rras­sing that I do with my margarine…

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Teach them well and let them lead the way

So today at school, I was teaching this really thought pro­vo­king les­son to my second and third gra­ders during Social Studies…

Well, not really. We were intro­du­cing the new text book and were rea­ding about the four dif­fe­rent regions in Cali­for­nia, desert, moun­tain range, coas­tal range, and valleys. And I was asking a very basic level ques­tion. One I belie­ved all 7 and 8 year olds could easily answer.

SM: (in her best teacher voice) Now class, do you think that our city loo­ked the same say… 15 or 20 years ago.

Class: Nooooo

SM: What do you think might have been different?

Class: Oh, oh, pick me, pick me!!

SM: Yes You.

You: Peo­ple rode hor­ses around ins­tead of cars. Because they didn’t have cars.

SM: 15 years ago? Um, OK? Wha­te­ver. How about You#2 (one of the smar­ter boys in the class, truth.)

You#2: Well, back then our region was very smoky.

SM: (intri­gued) Smoky? How so?

You#2: Well you see, Since they nee­ded to com­mu­ni­cate and there was no way to send let­ters, peo­ple had to send up smoke sig­nals. It’s like their way of communicating.

SM: We’re tal­king 15 years ago You#2. Only 15 years. Are you sure?

You#2 in uni­son with the whole class: Ya, it’s true. (Wide eyes…serious look… and nods all around)

SM: Ok, Class… Let’ move on.

SM: (to self) Boy, we’ve got a long way to go…

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Haiku Anyone?

Con­tests are so fun

Abso­lu­tely Bananas

Just came up with one

Go check it out!!

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I don’t make this stuff up.

Smi­ling Mom: BC, seriously. Get your hand off your peiner.

BC: Oh.

SM: Why, why do you always hold yourself??!!

BC: (Exact words) Well mommy, you see, I have these little can­non balls under my skin and they are itching.

Hubby: (Nod­ding his head.) You’ll get use to it kid.

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