On Fridays my kids homework packets are due.
Every Friday morning I quickly flip through the packets to make sure they’re signed before I send the kids off to school for the day.
The other week I realized Kainoa didn’t actually DO much of what was in his packet and because I’ve turned his teacher into one of my new best friends I felt pretty comfortable completing the portion of his packet that wanted him to draw a picture that tells a story for him.
I particularly enjoyed the note she left on the assignment:
I was disappointed to see Kainoa’s interpretation of the story because I WAS THINKING OF HIS SISTER WHEN I DREW IT.
My daughter bounced through the front door with a quick question…
“Mom? are those cherries in our tree okay to eat? Because I just ate a bunch!”
And I was all, “…we don’t HAVE a cherry tree…”
I was alarmed, but I couldn’t be bothered to investigate.
I still have no idea what cherries she was talking about, but I discouraged her from eating random bits of “fruit” in our yard from here on out.
I believe I started blushing in seventh grade during a presentation I put together about Barbies and I haven’t stopped blushing since. Here’s a short list of things that make me blush…if I’d only known how that presentation on Barbies was going to snowball out of control:
When someone says “Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?”
When my boss says hello to me.
When I’m talking to a friend at a baby shower and suddenly realize all the other conversations have died down and I now have the attention of the entire room.
When I over tip my hair dresser.
When I under tip my hair dresser.
HOW MUCH DO YOU TIP YOUR HAIR DRESSER?
Remembering an embarrassing story.
Thinking about a time I once blushed.
Watching someone I love embarrass themselves.
Replying ALL to an email intended for one.
I could go on…but I’m beginning to think I need to stop drawing pictures about what makes me blush and perhaps just pony up for a therapist.