Thursday, October 30, 2014

Midget Words

When I threatened to take a puzzle away, V: I do not care.
I said: I like how J and A are trying to sleep and listening to me.
A few minutes later, V: You hurt my feelings when you said they are winners. I want to be a winner

Me to V: It is past bedtime.
V:It is past bedtime for real or for fake?

V to A: That is not a flauta, that is a ramonica.

J to V: Is this the worst day ever?
V: Not quite (new expression) because you still love me.

After V received an invitation to a birthday party: I have to talk to her parents. I never spoke to them about something.
Me: What?
V: Going to see their house.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Flattered

This was read in chapel ( I missed it) and is hanging in the hallway at my school as part of a "Who Do you Admire?" project by the third grade:

I admire Ms. Epstein, my Spanish teacher. She is a welcoming person who made me feel comfortable in my new school. Ms. Epstein is creative. She makes fun games which she uses to teach. In addition, Ms. Epstein is a good teacher, she uses the words of the month so we can learn monthly themed words. She is very helpful, she tells me how to say words in Spanish. In conclusion, she helped me learn more Spanish and that is why I admire her.

Every few years when I get something like this, it humbles me and makes me grateful for my job.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Weekend Words

V on tío G's cat, whom we borrowed (yes we have rodents!!): She looks like (tío) G!

V after I explained that they had to leave the cat alone for a while: She is not a petting cat. If she wants to come to you she does and then tells you secrets.

Commenting on the creation of life, V: We don't make lifes. We don't have hard hats or tools.

M: I think we need a therapy dog for our family.

V after I said "okay" to something: Was that a friendly or an unfriendly okay?

When V complained that the bathroom was stinky I said "es mi culpa" and he retorted: Poop is not a fault!

As we traipsed up to the third floor of our Philly Air B&B V commented on the weird smell. F said: All houses have smells. Ours does. V: I don't think so!

Friday, October 10, 2014

Más

V: Do you know that there is glue holding my bones together?
Me: No, there is not.
V: Then how do they stick together?

J on his twin friends that he wanted over for a playdate: They are not like us. They behave good. They respect a lot their parents.

M looking at the manicure our neighbor gave her: I thought she was being humble but she really is bad at doing nails.

V touching my legs: Your spiky hair is hurting me.

V: Why did they put coconuts in a tree?

V on an italian dish I cannot remember: Looks like chinese food.

Crackin' Me UP

V: Mamá- you forgot to send me to kindergarten!
Me: No, that has not happened yet.
V: Well. (with his signature snarkiness that comes with that word), I am not going!

V, yesterday am: I do not like the French food at BT.
Me: What?
V: I am tired of those ingredients. I want tofu.
(when i inquired at school about recent lunch- I was told it had been take out, aka french food due to the cook's absence).

V: I am a good singer! I want to go to singing school.
(I laugh).
V: That is not funny. It is a question! Can I go to singing school?

Last weekend we went out to the zoo with friends. V brought his little pack back, which I told him I would not carry. I did not. For the 4 hours we were out, he did not even ask me to. At one point he pulled out a thermos from his bag with cold water. When I asked him who had packed it, he non-chalantly told me he had. Later we went to a park with a huge slide. Big kids were sliding down on pieces of cardboard to accelerate the ride. I looked over to the slide and saw V throw his backpack from the top and then come barreling down on a piece of cardboard. Who the hell is this big, independent, and resourceful kid I wondered?

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Tact is tough when you be three :)

V to abuela: Why are you here?
Abuela: I am your grandma.
V: No, you are not.
Abuela: I am your mother's mother.
V: My mother does not have a mother.

next day i made V call to apologize. After his singsongy b.s. "sorry", my mother asked: "Can we be friends now?" V replied: No!