my sixtween year old...

Oh the joys of a six year old......

Remember the last post, where I said I was going to keep it real?

Here's another doozy....

I have thought maybe I shouldn't post these things, as it may be classier and/or kinder (to Miss P) to leave out her ....poor choices. Then I thought about all the braggy posts I have shared about her, and this is way to....well, like I said, keep it real. Plus, one of my besties told me the other day that reading about P's 'lazy' comment to me helped her feel a little better regarding the zingers her lovelies have aimed her direction.

So, here we are driving to church on Sunday morning and P is prattling on about spelling patterns in words. I misheard something she said and asked her about it, and her response was something to the lines of, "Mom, I said this, not that. You didn't hear me right. You must not have a very good brain."

woa.

We had a big talk about that comment. A talk that was revisited later in the day, and then this morning. I think she got the picture. She tells me that she was just trying out a way to be funny, and she did not think about it being hurtful at the time.

On the plus side, after school today I had mega errands to run for the classroom. After putting together the class gift for P's teacher, we trekked to Fremont to the Scholastic warehouse, which had a huge sale for teachers. I had my eye on some books to give as gifts to my students and was not disappointed. I was actually quite giddy. How I love a bookstore! Anyway, Miss P and I sang and told jokes and riddles on the way up. It occurred to me how lonely and different it would be to do this errand without her. I have been doing so much holiday stuff lately and have nicknamed her my little elf. (The three of us actually watched Elf together on Saturday night, and Miss P had quite the time later playing 'Chrismas Elf.') We continued to tell jokes and riddles through our IN-n-Out dinner and final errand to Micheal's. I finally had to put a kibosh on the jokes on our way home after a three hour jaunt.

Finally, my favorite joke of the night...

How does a goose say goodbye to his friends?

'Geese Out!'