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?