I was blessed with an over abundance of pet peeves. Almost everything annoys me. It’s a gift. Anyways, somewhere on the (very long) list of things that drive me nuts include ‘children trying to tell me something when I’m in the bathroom’.
Usually when this happens I just bellow maniacally, “I… AM… IN… THE… BATHROOM!!!” But every once in a while I panic about possibly missing something important.
So the other day when I was in the shower and I heard an imperative sounding BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG, I let the five year old state his case from behind the door. It was an urgent statement followed by a question:
“Something something something something!!!… something something R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-I-I-I-CE???!!!
“Dippy something something teeth!!… something something Ri-i-i-i-i-i-I-I-CE?!”
“Dippy is something breaking my teeth… something something R-i-i-i-i-i-I-I-CE?!”
Me: OK HOLD ON A MINUTE!
So after getting OUT of the shower and begin investigating, I learn that the ever-so- important message that HAD to be delivered RIGHT THEN was:
“Dippy is making me some tea…. Isn’t that N-i-i-i-i-i-I-I-CE?!”
In other news, I came up with a new idea to help my beginning reader. I’ve been sort of unsatisfied with the reading curriculum I have for him. I mean, I do like it (Explode the Code) but he needed extra work and the Bob Books just don’t do it for him because he’s a little too old to be interested in ‘Meg and Her Ten Cats”
So I got a notebook with 70 sheets and I started writing one-page stories. And I told him after he reads every single page I will take him on a date. This has been a huge hit. Plus, he likes the stories I write for him. Here’s an example of two:
A bunch of snow fell. The boy made a snowman. He stuck a bomb inside the snowman and then he blew off the snowman’s head.
The Mom said, “If you do not clean up my room I will shoot the dog.” The good boy cleaned up her room, so then the mom shot the cat.
I wish I would have thought of this sooner. He is begging me to write him four or five stories a day.
In other news, my non-blogging daughter has been blogging more than me lately. Freaky Friday.