My Little Helper

About every three minutes during any ride in the car, E and I have a conversation similar to this...

E:  What's the speed limit?

Me:  45 miles per hour

E:  How fast are you going?

Me:  48 miles per hour

E:  Mom, you are supposed to go the speed limit or a little bit under.  That's the law.


Does anyone else ever feel like they have junior law enforcement officers hanging out in the backseat?

If You Say So

Me:  E, I cannot believe you are going to be in kindergarten.

E:  Mom, it has to happen sometime.

The Teacher Probably Thinks We Have a Problem

J:  Mom, I kind of got in trouble today for something I said.  I didn't have to go to the safe seat though.

 

Me:  What did you say?

 

J:  Well, Mrs. A asked, "What can you do with money?", and I raised my hand and said, "You can bet with it."

 

I couldn't even contain my amusement.  And J's black and white mind couldn't understand why this wasn't a desirable answer in the 2nd grade.

 

On the same day, I found this in J's backpack.  He told me he just was passing time.  Obviously, he still has plenty of independent free time during his school day. 

 

 

 

 

Wait a second!  Casino manager? 

 

Two gambling references in one school day.

 

Add this to the NCAA basketball brackets J was obsessing over during class time, and I'm willing to guess his teacher probably thinks we have a problem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring is in the air

and E is spoiled!

The Only Easter Photos I Took

 

 

There is something so special about having cousins the same age!