Archive for November, 2007

And It Shook When He Laughed Like a Bowl Full of Jelly

posted by Momo Fali on November 30, 2007

We had a guy here to fix our cable this afternoon. My son took one look at him and said, “You look like Santa!”

The unsuspecting man, who doesn’t know my shockingly honest sweet child, replied, “Why? Is it because of my beard?”

My son answered, “No. It’s your big, round belly”.

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Time For A Pop Quiz

posted by Momo Fali on November 28, 2007
This picture shows you one pair of regular reading glasses, and one pair that fell out of my 3rd grader’s desk, onto the floor, then were forgotten until it was time to go to Music class.
Then somebody stepped on them.
Can you guess which is which?

Whose Punishment Is This Anyway?

posted by Momo Fali on November 26, 2007

My son has been having some issues at preschool. Today, when I picked him up, I noticed the teacher trying to help him put on his jacket. He didn’t see me standing in the hall, but I saw him take his coat from his teacher’s hands, then throw it on the floor. When she tried to hand it to him a second time, he took the coat and threw it AT her.

Needless to say, he’s being punished today. Unfortunately, the only punishment that does any good is to take away his favorite toys and TV shows. I say unfortunately, because when I take away those things, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He will inevitably follow me around the house turning everything I do, into something a five year old WANTS to do. If I change the toilet paper or empty the trash, he’ll say, “I can do that”.

If I load the dishwasher, “I can do that”.

Fold the laundry, “I can do that”.

You name it, he can do it. And, usually he can. But, for certain it will take a thousand times as long.

Please don’t think I don’t want to engage my son. I adore him. We play a lot of games and have been working on a big jigsaw puzzle together. We do speech therapy, work on fine motor skills, and I read to him.

Nor is he a TV junkie. At the most, he’ll watch an hour of Little Einsteins each day. But that hour, that precious hour…it’s GONE.

Once in awhile, Mom needs a break. Or, at least a chance to steal away and do some laundry without it becoming The Laundry Game. I would like to change the bedding, and leave out the part where I have to construct a fort out of the flat sheet.

Er…Uh…How To Confuse An Eight Year Old

posted by Momo Fali on November 24, 2007

My daughter was reading a book and asked, “Mom, what does the word er mean? This character says it all the time.”

I replied, “Well, it’s not really a word, but it’s used as a pause in conversation. Like, uh.”

“Oh. So should I replace all the er’s with uh’s?”

“No, they mean the same thing.”

“But, you said that er isn’t a word?”

“Neither is uh.”

Nothing like trying to explain the idiosyncrasies of the English language to your daughter, only to have her look at you like you’re speaking Greek.