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 learned this trick long ago–make friends with the mother of one of the girls in your boys group–that’s the only way to learn anything.
I did have a friend who’s son liked to talk and gossip and he was our go-to guy for all information.
girls stop talking when they get to be teenagers. and that’s when you have to really worry.
there are days i’ll take a silent boy over a moody girl in a heartbeat.
just sayin’
Ugh, I have this same problem with my girls and boys! I’m convinced that they just don’t like me.
Congrats to Ryan!
I suffer from lack of communication, too! The only time I get any news of school is if someone farts loudly, tears their pants, or pees.
Have you ever thought that the parents of the girls were making stories up? Either that or I have the quietest most boring kids on the planet, or maybe they know that their mother will fill me in. 🙂
Congrats to Ryan on the contest entry and good luck!
Hmmm… my daughter is only in Kindergarden but I don’t get much out of her except for who got into trouble. Maybe she’ll get into the chatty schoold stories as she gets older?
BTW, I used your vacation button on my post today– thanks! 😉
I have two daughters and a son, and my Ryan, who is 13, can out talk the girls any day! And my girls can go on and on and on! I know every detail of every moment of every day for each one of them!
Congrats to your Ryan and his art!
OMG – LOL – too funny – I get NOTHING from my son – everyday – “I forget” – hopefully when my daughters are in school I will hear more!!
I think you’re right, I mean a girl sent the email, right? ; )
Congrats to Ryan – great job on his art!
My 1st-grade girl is just like Ryan. She WILL talk, but only if she has no idea that’s what I want. It’s a trial.
Hilarious story. I like the “God” image.