Ethan asked his dad if he had a license for firearms. So, his dad answers. And, my sweet little Ethan responds, "Well that's good because I need a license to carry these guns" as he pulls his sleeves up to expose his "guns".
He will not be spending any more time "hangin" with the varsity football team.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Bragging Rights
Being in the first grade, Ethan has started taking tests...spelling tests, social studies tests, reading tests and math tests. So, when he came home talking about a math test on Wednesday, we thought nothing of it. But, when he came home on Wednesday and said that he didn't take the test with the rest of the class, I didn't know what to make of it. He said that he and another little boy had to do worksheets while the rest of the class took the test.
What does this mean I thought? Of course the mom in me automatically starts thinking, oooo he's advanced and they didn't make him take the test because he's so smart. Yes, we all think those things.
BUt then, the pessimist in me starts wondering if maybe the teacher didn't think he was able to complete the test. (Which, in reality, I knew wasn't true considering he's doing multiplication and division already). But, I e-mailed the teacher. E-mail is a wonderful thing...no worries about sounding this way or not sounding the right way. It also comes off as nonchalant.
What was the reason, you ask? The class takes a pretest on Monday, if the student scores perfect, they don't have to take the end of the week test, instead they work on more challenging assignments. So, for this time at least, the mom in me gets to be right! He is doing well! As if we had any doubts :)
What does this mean I thought? Of course the mom in me automatically starts thinking, oooo he's advanced and they didn't make him take the test because he's so smart. Yes, we all think those things.
BUt then, the pessimist in me starts wondering if maybe the teacher didn't think he was able to complete the test. (Which, in reality, I knew wasn't true considering he's doing multiplication and division already). But, I e-mailed the teacher. E-mail is a wonderful thing...no worries about sounding this way or not sounding the right way. It also comes off as nonchalant.
What was the reason, you ask? The class takes a pretest on Monday, if the student scores perfect, they don't have to take the end of the week test, instead they work on more challenging assignments. So, for this time at least, the mom in me gets to be right! He is doing well! As if we had any doubts :)
The Bus is Not the Car
This morning I told Ethan I was going to take him to school. We live about 2 minutes from the school, he's the last picked up and really, if I take him, we leave about the same time the bus comes; so it's really a horse a piece just to take him but he LOVES to ride the school bus.
Anyway, I told Ethan to get his bookbag and lunchbox in the car while I ran up to get Rachel's pacifier. I came down, picked up Rachel and her "stuff" and went outside to put her in the car. Ethan was no where to be found. I yelled for him because sometimes he likes to play hide-and-seek but nothing. I ran through the house and couldn't find him.
THANK GOD that my SIL works for the school district driving a bus. I called her cell knowing that she would already be at the school delivering her kids (you can't answer when you're driving) and asked her to ask Ethan's bus driver if he got on the bus.
And, sure enough, the little stinker got on the school bus.
I ask him about it when he got home.
"I panicked, Mom" was his response.
Poor kid ;)
Anyway, I told Ethan to get his bookbag and lunchbox in the car while I ran up to get Rachel's pacifier. I came down, picked up Rachel and her "stuff" and went outside to put her in the car. Ethan was no where to be found. I yelled for him because sometimes he likes to play hide-and-seek but nothing. I ran through the house and couldn't find him.
THANK GOD that my SIL works for the school district driving a bus. I called her cell knowing that she would already be at the school delivering her kids (you can't answer when you're driving) and asked her to ask Ethan's bus driver if he got on the bus.
And, sure enough, the little stinker got on the school bus.
I ask him about it when he got home.
"I panicked, Mom" was his response.
Poor kid ;)
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