Map Attack
My second grader draws all over his homework. Draws isn't the right term, he illustrates his homework maybe. I am going to have to start a blog of purely his homework drawings.
Until then, here are a couple:
What did you THINK we would be talking about?
Walked past the kids' room just now and heard the eight-year-old and five-year-old talking.
"Hey, what are you guys still doing up?! What on earth are you talking about?"
"Dad, Anna had never heard of Martin Luther King and I was just giving her a quick overview of who he was and his most famous speech."
"Uh, OK, carry on..."
Glow, Little Glow Reese
Reese accidentally cracked open a little glow stick he was playing with today. He asked if he could pour the liquid out into a jar. The glow stick was labeled "Non-Toxic" so we thought that seemed like a fun idea. He got a pair of scissors out and was cutting up the glow stick so he could more easily get the liquid out when we heard him yell, "Oh no!"
When he cut the little stick the top went flying. He happened to be standing at the sink in the master bedroom. You could just barely see a couple of liquid dots on the carpet glowing faintly. That is until I turned out the lights and we saw this:
Awesome!
I don't think we have to clean it up because you can't really see it with the light on and that stuff will probably stop glowing in a day or two right?
Then Reese pointed out that he thought he might have gotten it on his face as well. If you look closely you can see, sure enough, he did.
We turned off the light again. Somehow we were so amazed by the carpet that we had missed this!
Awesome! I hope it is permanent!
The moral of the story is that if you let your kids play with strange chemicals fun things will happen.
Mom can you help
"Momkanyoohelpeikat toonmiyooklale"
Our five-year-old, Anna, left this note on Adrienne's iphone this morning.
Translation:
"Mom can you help? I can't tune my ukulele."
Trouble
Getting through the checkout line was a lot easier once we told all these crazy kids they had to go sit against the wall
Yeah, I guess I do…
- Reese: "That looks like fun! What are you doing?"
- Me: "Work."
- Reese: "You get to make doodles for work!?"
Maybe I shouldn't take the awesomeness of my job for granted.
Freedom!
The battle continues.
Anna got upset because she got in trouble for arguing with Reese and wrote "This house stinks!" on her magna-doodle (Spelled like this, "THS HAOS STNKS!"). This infuriated Reese, "That is false! This is an awesome house!"
I stepped in and said, "Reese, just leave her alone. She can write whatever she wants." Without missing a beat Reese yells, "That's right! That's what makes this such an awesome house. We have the freedom to write whatever we want to write Anna!"
Later we found this note Reese had left for Anna:
American Monkeys
- Anna: "Reese, you aren't playing nice. Your monkeys won't do what my Hello Kitties say!"
- Reese: "That's because my monkeys are from an American jungle. They have freedom."
- Anna: "I don't want them to have freedom. I want them to do what I tell them to do!"
The Family Business
Reese listened in as I ran a remote usability test today. He sat on my lap and put in one of my earphones.
It made me feel like a shoemaker or something teaching my son the trade. Unfortunately, I don't think he wants to take on the family business so if movies and books are to be trusted I will need to guilt trip him about letting me down until he earns my love by becoming a User Experience Designer.
Egg
I don’t know Lucy, maybe you should take a bite of the hardboiled egg instead of shoving the whole thing in your mouth…
Overheard
Sometimes I lie and say I put toothpaste on my toothbrush but I just use water. But Reese always tells on me, which is not nice for me
-Anna
