Spencer: Mom, I thought it was supposed to rain today.
Mom: Well, it said “scattered” thunderstorms so maybe we just didn’t get any.
Spencer: What does scattered mean?
Mom: It means it rained somewhere else but not here.
Spencer: (in his most genuine small boy voice) Like in China?
Mom: (laughing) No.
Spencer: How about Australia? Or Peru? (not pausing for breath)
Mom: (Laughing so hard I can’t even correct him now)
Spencer: OH, I KNOW! How about our nearest neighbor, Mexico?
At least I know he’s paying attention in Spanish class.
Yesterday the kids were apparently acting out some mutated version of what Hanna has been learning about in US History. Working in the kitchen, I tried to listen in but all I could discern was that it involved pilgrims and Indians – which seemed odd considering that since we’ve passed Thanksgiving most of their skits currently revolve around taking turns performing their own (often lyrically-challenged) versions of Christmas classics. As I gave up and walked out of the kitchen all I could hear was the small boy exclaiming indignantly to one of his sisters –
“Stop telling me what to do, Sackadoodle!!”
“Buddy, it’s Sacagawea.”
Goodness only knows what his 4th grade history teacher will have to un-teach him by the time he makes it to US History.