There is nothing subtle about Jeffrey.
I guess if you read this with any regularity you would know that.
Last Friday I picked him up from school (Katherine had gone to Gabby's for a sleepover). When he got into the car he announced that this had the been the worst day of his life. It was so bad in fact that he didnt even know if could talk about it.
That sentiment of course did not last long.
He said the day started out with great promise as it was Friday and the class has hot chocolate every Friday morning. With the enthusiasm this causes, you might think he didn't have hot chocolate as a dessert choice every night at home.
But that's beside the point.
So his morning of great promise went straight downhill when *somehow* his cup got knocked over before he got even 2 drinks and went all over the desk, into his lap and onto the floor. He had to spend the whole time he would have been drinking nirvana by soaking up the mess with paper towels.
"AND THEN" (he said so loud that I winced)..... "the worst possible thing happened.... I was sitting there minding my own business quietly doing my math,"
(I refrained from verifying the authenticity of exactly what he meant by *quiet*)
"When my teacher came by my chair and stopped to answer someone's question. You know there isn't very much room between the chairs right? And you know that my teacher is, ummm.... well she is bigger than the space between the chairs right?" (This was his attempt to be polite) "So when she finished answering the question and turned around she knocked me clean out of my chair with her butt. (pause) Everyone laughed at me. (pause) I was mortified. (pause) I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN SHOW MY FACE BACK IN CLASS AGAIN!"
Nice try kid. You still have to go to school.
I was also trying very hard not to laugh out loud.
"MOM! Its not funny!"
"I'm sorry, you're right it's not. I imagine your teacher was a bit embarrassed too."
"Are you kidding? She yelled at me for fooling around. I don't think she even felt the impact.
My life is over."
"Would it help if you had something yummy when you got home and then you can play Little Big Planet?"
"I guess so. But I think I may be scarred for life."
As I said, subtlety is not one of his defining characteristics... but he does provide quite a bit of comic relief to my day.
I guess if you read this with any regularity you would know that.
Last Friday I picked him up from school (Katherine had gone to Gabby's for a sleepover). When he got into the car he announced that this had the been the worst day of his life. It was so bad in fact that he didnt even know if could talk about it.
That sentiment of course did not last long.
He said the day started out with great promise as it was Friday and the class has hot chocolate every Friday morning. With the enthusiasm this causes, you might think he didn't have hot chocolate as a dessert choice every night at home.
But that's beside the point.
So his morning of great promise went straight downhill when *somehow* his cup got knocked over before he got even 2 drinks and went all over the desk, into his lap and onto the floor. He had to spend the whole time he would have been drinking nirvana by soaking up the mess with paper towels.
"AND THEN" (he said so loud that I winced)..... "the worst possible thing happened.... I was sitting there minding my own business quietly doing my math,"
(I refrained from verifying the authenticity of exactly what he meant by *quiet*)
"When my teacher came by my chair and stopped to answer someone's question. You know there isn't very much room between the chairs right? And you know that my teacher is, ummm.... well she is bigger than the space between the chairs right?" (This was his attempt to be polite) "So when she finished answering the question and turned around she knocked me clean out of my chair with her butt. (pause) Everyone laughed at me. (pause) I was mortified. (pause) I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN SHOW MY FACE BACK IN CLASS AGAIN!"
Nice try kid. You still have to go to school.
I was also trying very hard not to laugh out loud.
"MOM! Its not funny!"
"I'm sorry, you're right it's not. I imagine your teacher was a bit embarrassed too."
"Are you kidding? She yelled at me for fooling around. I don't think she even felt the impact.
My life is over."
"Would it help if you had something yummy when you got home and then you can play Little Big Planet?"
"I guess so. But I think I may be scarred for life."
As I said, subtlety is not one of his defining characteristics... but he does provide quite a bit of comic relief to my day.
