"I Tired."

So, a few weeks ago (about 3) a guy pulled out in front of me and I hit him. It was his fault. Two days later, he manned up and admitted it so the insurance could get rolling. It took another week to get the insurance / body shop / and us to agree on what to do. It took about another week for them to fix the van. We fixed the van and had a rental until yesterday. (You needed this preface to understand why we were driving on I35 to go get the van.)


SO... we (being me, Jason, and Mamu -Bebe was at dance; we have the best Auntie EVER who takes her for me and then offered to bring her home this time so I wouldn't be a crazy woman trying to get to her before dance was over.) were driving on I35 to go get the van. We'd just dropped off the rental and were headed to the body shop.


(another note: Mamu sucks his two middle fingers on his right hand; has since he was about a month old; we're working on him only sucking them during bedtime to hopefully wean him off of them before he turns 20)

Mamu had his Ooh Ooh and was talking to Jason and I about his day at school. Then he got quiet and we heard the tell tell signs of finger sucking.

(Now that I've FINALLY set the scene, here is the ensuing conversation.)

Jason reminded him "No fingers".

Mamu: "I tired."

Jason: "We only use fingers when we are sleeping in bed."

Mamu: "I line leader today. No librarian (which is his most favorite job EVER!). Madison was librarian."

(seriously. He LOVES being the librarian. What does this entail? HE gets to pick a book out of Ms. Peggy's basket! Like, he gets pretty upset if someone else is librarian. We're working on that too.)

Me: "Did you have fun being line leader?" (Totally avoiding the librarian topic.)


Mamu: "I not librarian. It was bummer."


Me: "It's ok. Maybe you can be the librarian tomorrow."


Mamu: "Ok."


Me: "Why don't you sing 'Where is Thumbkin?'"


Mamu: (inspecting his fingers) "I only sing Thumbkin. No other fingers."


Me: "Ok."



--A few minutes pass by; no Thumbkin song...---


I turn to look back at Mamu. He's sucking on his fingers. He sees me look at him, takes his fingers out and says:


"I sleeping."


Well played my friend. Well played.


BTW- The van looks fabulous. She's happy to be home from her cosmetic surgery. Yes, I know this isn't the best picture of the van (it was taken in Feb.), but hey, we're not picky.

Another BTW: No, sadly he didn't get to be librarian today either. He was lunch helper. He did ok since he got to pass out the plates. Now don't go feeling too bad for him, he gets to be librarian like fifty times more than the other kids because he sweet talks Ms. Peggy.

Funny Tidbits from today

So we had Field Day today at our school. Jason did a great job as class dad and helped out a lot with Bebe's friends and cheered like no other!

After surviving 19 Kindergarteners and 3 preschoolers - they join my class for these things - (11 of those having a diagnosed disability of either Autism, Behavioral Disorder, or Learning Disability) I decided that it was time to go get my Mother's Day present! Eventhough I had a pretty bad headache, I decided to suffer through to get these. I've been waiting for about 3 years to get patio chairs and Jason finally said I could for Mother's Day.

Off to the store we trotted (after picking Mamu up from school) and I picked out the chairs I wanted. It took some wrangling to get them into the van since I had forgotten that the sit and stand stroller was in the back, but with Bebe's help, we got them in there and home! I'll have pictures posted from our Luau this weekend.

But the funny things were the comments in the car on the way home:

Mamu: (who had just gotten a new matchbox car and had "lost it" - his new game) "Where car go?"

Me: "I don't know. Did you drop it?"

Mamu: "It's behind me leg!"

Bebe: "When did Mamu start talking Irish?"

I cracked up!

Also, today on the playground we let the kids have some extra play time, so they intermingled with the 1st graders (which never happens). I got to see Bebe play with some of my Kinders that ADORE her. I mean they treat her like a rock star! Every day when the 1st graders walk out, they run to the side of the playground so they can wave to her and walk with her for part of the way. They also love to tell me when they see her in the hall! So anyway, I had asked Bebe after school if she had played with anyone after we had gone back into the school.

Bebe: "No, that I just walked around."

I said, "I just wanted you to play with someone your own age, since you won't get to this weekend."
Bebe: "Mom, I will STILL be 7 when I come back on Monday."

Ok. Gotcha. Not as good as the Irish comment, but it sure did make me smile!

Only 1 day left until I get to see this cutie! Notice the super dee duper cute hat her Auntie made for her!