I find joy in random tid-bits.
Pockets of knowledge are one of my favorite things.
AND nothing is better than a good story.
*God enters laughing*
*rubbing his hands together*
*peering over heaven’s ledge to catch this daily event*
Act I:
Holly finds appropriate cone to pick up second grader from school carline. The minivan doors automatically open and Ryan gets into the back seat tugging at his rolling backpack.
Holly: What did you do in school today?
Ryan: huh?
School. Did you have a nice day?
*silence*
Are you OK? How was school?
ummmm.
Did you have a spelling test?
huh?
Spelling test…did you have one?
I can’t remember.
What about math? Did you do the 100 facts sheets today?
umph.
Huh? Did you have the 100 facts sheets today?
umph.
I can’t hear you. What happened in math?
*silence*
Did you see Caleb at recess?
maybe.
Maybe? Did you or didn’t you see your friend?
Idonno. Mom, can I eat the rest of my lunch?
Holly then turns up the music in the minivan and the two drive home in peace while Ryan sits contently eating his lunch dessert.
Usually this scenario is acted out in one act. I never really thought much about it until I went to a moms night out with some of the mothers of Ryan’s classmates.
I sat at the table speechless. They were each sharing stories of when the teacher said this, or when the class clown got in trouble for that, or how all the kids were complaining about the other.
What?
What is the source of this knowledge?
Girls.
Yep, that is my theory. Girls.
I have noticed in the school hallways that the moms of girls are engaged in conversation.
Conversation!
Conversation, how I long for you.
*snap out of it!*
Anyway, sorry. Last Friday there was an additional act…
Act II:
Holly and Ryan enter the house through the garage from the minivan. Ryan is pulling in his backpack from school. His face is smudged with chocolate.
Holly walks over to the computer to check her email.
Holly: Ryan, I have an email from your teacher.
Ryan: huh?
An email. From your teacher. Your art teacher.
*silence*
*pause for Holly to read*
RYAN. WHAT HAPPENED IN ART TODAY?
nothin.
No. Really. What happened?
*shoulders shrug*
Your teacher sent me this to tell me they had a party for you and two other kids.
Oh ya.
Why did they have a party?
Idonno.
Because your art was chosen to be sent to a state contest?
Oh ya. Mom, can I have a snack?
And this is why you will find me lurking in school hallways eavesdropping on the conversations of little girls…I believe that life is an information gathering experience. I read a vast variety of books, listen to a wide range of music, have friends from different circles, and will talk to just about anyone about anything.
I find joy in random tid-bits.
Pockets of knowledge are one of my favorite things.
AND nothing is better than a good story.
*God enters laughing*
*rubbing his hands together*
*peering over heaven’s ledge to catch this daily event*
Act I:
Holly finds appropriate cone to pick up second grader from school carline. The minivan doors automatically open and Ryan gets into the back seat tugging at his rolling backpack.
Holly: What did you do in school today?
Ryan: huh?
School. Did you have a nice day?
*silence*
Are you OK? How was school?
ummmm.
Did you have a spelling test?
huh?
Spelling test…did you have one?
I can’t remember.
What about math? Did you do the 100 facts sheets today?
umph.
Huh? Did you have the 100 facts sheets today?
umph.
I can’t hear you. What happened in math?
*silence*
Did you see Caleb at recess?
maybe.
Maybe? Did you or didn’t you see your friend?
Idonno. Mom, can I eat the rest of my lunch?
Holly then turns up the music in the minivan and the two drive home in peace while Ryan sits contently eating his lunch dessert.
Usually this scenario is acted out in one act. I never really thought much about it until I went to a moms night out with some of the mothers of Ryan’s classmates.
I sat at the table speechless. They were each sharing stories of when the teacher said this, or when the class clown got in trouble for that, or how all the kids were complaining about the other.
What?
What is the source of this knowledge?
Girls.
Yep, that is my theory. Girls.
I have noticed in the school hallways that the moms of girls are engaged in conversation.
Conversation!
Conversation, how I long for you.
*snap out of it!*
Anyway, sorry. Last Friday there was an additional act…
Act II:
Holly and Ryan enter the house through the garage from the minivan. Ryan is pulling in his backpack from school. His face is smudged with chocolate.
Holly walks over to the computer to check her email.
Holly: Ryan, I have an email from your teacher.
Ryan: huh?
An email. From your teacher. Your art teacher.
*silence*
*pause for Holly to read*
RYAN. WHAT HAPPENED IN ART TODAY?
nothin.
No. Really. What happened?
*shoulders shrug*
Your teacher sent me this to tell me they had a party for you and two other kids.
Oh ya.
Why did they have a party?
Idonno.
Because your art was chosen to be sent to a state contest?
Oh ya. Mom, can I have a snack?
And this is why you will find me lurking in school hallways eavesdropping on the conversations of little girls…
I find joy in random tid-bits.
Pockets of knowledge are one of my favorite things.
AND nothing is better than a good story.
*God enters laughing*
*rubbing his hands together*
*peering over heaven’s ledge to catch this daily event*
Act I:
Holly finds appropriate cone to pick up second grader from school carline. The minivan doors automatically open and Ryan gets into the back seat tugging at his rolling backpack.
Holly: What did you do in school today?
Ryan: huh?
School. Did you have a nice day?
*silence*
Are you OK? How was school?
ummmm.
Did you have a spelling test?
huh?
Spelling test…did you have one?
I can’t remember.
What about math? Did you do the 100 facts sheets today?
umph.
Huh? Did you have the 100 facts sheets today?
umph.
I can’t hear you. What happened in math?
*silence*
Did you see Caleb at recess?
maybe.
Maybe? Did you or didn’t you see your friend?
Idonno. Mom, can I eat the rest of my lunch?
Holly then turns up the music in the minivan and the two drive home in peace while Ryan sits contently eating his lunch dessert.
Usually this scenario is acted out in one act. I never really thought much about it until I went to a moms night out with some of the mothers of Ryan’s classmates.
I sat at the table speechless. They were each sharing stories of when the teacher said this, or when the class clown got in trouble for that, or how all the kids were complaining about the other.
What?
What is the source of this knowledge?
Girls.
Yep, that is my theory. Girls.
I have noticed in the school hallways that the moms of girls are engaged in conversation.
Conversation!
Conversation, how I long for you.
*snap out of it!*
Anyway, sorry. Last Friday there was an additional act…
Act II:
Holly and Ryan enter the house through the garage from the minivan. Ryan is pulling in his backpack from school. His face is smudged with chocolate.
Holly walks over to the computer to check her email.
Holly: Ryan, I have an email from your teacher.
Ryan: huh?
An email. From your teacher. Your art teacher.
*silence*
*pause for Holly to read*
RYAN. WHAT HAPPENED IN ART TODAY?
nothin.
No. Really. What happened?
*shoulders shrug*
Your teacher sent me this to tell me they had a party for you and two other kids.
Oh ya.
Why did they have a party?
Idonno.
Because your art was chosen to be sent to a state contest?
Oh ya. Mom, can I have a snack?
And this is why you will find me lurking in school hallways eavesdropping on the conversations of little girls…
I spent Sunday with my 4-year-old niece.
Cures me of “chatty-girl-envy” every. time.
This made me giggle! My tween caveboy does this too! Lots of grunting and hand gestures! lol!
My daughter…chatty cathy all the way!
Both my children are grown and gone, but according to them they did “nuttin” all through grade school, high school and college. But then again, maybe I don’t want to hear “nuttin” about college
Yep. Nothing. I get “I don’t want to talk about it.” Gee, that doesn’t raise any red flags or anything. I love Melissa R’s idea and think I’ll give it a whirl.
CONGRATULATIONS TO RYAN! STATE CONTEST!! WOO HOO!
These sound alarmingly like the conversations I have with my wife. And she wonders why I am so chatty with hundreds of women on the internet…maybe because having a conversation at home is so FRICKIN PAINFUL??!!
Sorry…salty today.
it's like pulling teeth to get info from my sons. For all I know the bus took them to the dump and left them there until 3pm, though probably I would get told how really awesome the dump was if that happened.
I can get my younger one to tell me things by making statements he can contradict."You didn't sing anything today did you?" "You didn't play with Cray today did you?" "The teacher didn't read today."
The older one is on to that game & just says "I dunno, I can't remember"
My trick for getting my boy to talk is to ask crazy questions.
“Did everyone eat those bugs the teacher brought into art class today?
“You didn’t have lunch today I heard. I wonder why they canceled lunch, the kids must have been really hungry all afternoon.”
“I thought you wore your Mexican Sombrero today, did everyone like it?”
etc…..
Girls are sometimes more talkative but they tell you what they want to tell you.
When I talk with my granddaughters on the phone, sometimes they are chatty and other times they are monoslyllabic.
Loved reading today’s blog.
With four of the non-talker variety and five of the talkers, I endorse your theory. But a heads-up: there will come a time when the girls stop talking, too (usually mid-teens). That’s when you’ve got to do some serious hall-skulking.
Helloooo.. That is my life.. Landry how was your day?? Nothing.. Did you do anything fun.. Nothing .. Did you play at recess.. Nothing Did you play football at recess ( he always plays football at recess) YEs and then I get a play by play of who did what for hte next 20 minutes. exactly how they scored and who didi what. the rest of the day is a blank nothing nada zip.. Its like I might as well just send him for recess becouse that is the only part f the day he remebers. Harley on the other hand can tell me what everyone was doing and even people in another class. My only hope is they will get married and then we will get to have converations again with our DIL