Yesterday was a 1/2 day of school, which in our house meant my daughter got to go to school w/ the Big Kids. It’s kind of funny to listen to “life” dawning on her. Our morning went something like this:

 Me: Time to get up! School, remember?

She: Wha–bu–what? It’s sooooo early!

Me: Yup.

She: Mr. Golden Sun is still sleeeeeeping!

Me: Uh huh.

Then, her excitement got the best of her and she was sweetness and light. Her brother was getting protectively in to it as well. He was giving her the business about how to wait at the bus stop. She was rolling her eyes, but listened.

I thought, maybe this won’t be so bad next year.  They were cooperative and happy…chirpy even. Until breakfast. Still haven’t completely made it to the grocery store yet. My daughter wanted the last “parp tart.” After a mild skirmish, she got her way. I had to bribe them though. I reminded them that I was going to be at work when they got home and that my mother (Busia) would be here. Now, I promise I have not let the boy watch this movie, but I swear my son raised his hand and said “High Five,” just like Borat. Ugh. All I’m sayin’ is that if I see him walking around with his underwear hiked up to his shoulders, I’m going to make some phone calls!