Another conversation overheard in the car:
Gabe: How many times do I have to tell you, Sofia?
Sofia: Oh, I don't know, Gabe, maybe 4 times.
Gabe: Alright, I already said it two times, so "NO" and "NO."
It's always mortifying to hear Gabe spout off something I'm sure he picked up from me. But I had to laugh at Sofia's response. Classic. I love that she took him literally. I remember the first time I asked Gabe to help me carry something and he responded, "But I only have two hands, Mom!" That might've worked on me if he had actually been carrying something in either hand! Clearly he didn't yet understand the context for how to use that phrase.
After dinner last night, Gabe was reading something to Tim and me. And we both looked up and saw that he had one of those little paper games that we used to make in elementary and middle school. You fold up a piece of paper in a configuration and usually have colors to choose from on the outside and then numbers on the inside. After you ask someone to choose a color and then choose a number, you come to the very inside which has various random things written down almost like fortunes. I am certain I am not doing a good job describing this game. Anyway, hopefully you know what I'm talking about!
So, Tim takes over and has Gabe select a color and then a number and he starts reading aloud when he realizes he should stop reading now. I look at him funny and we both start reading all of the selections silently. First one seems innocent enough: You are crazy. Second one: You have had sex. [WHAT?!] Third one: You like Luis. [Umm, okay.] Fourth: I dare you to finger yourself. [DO NOT REACT. DO NOT REACT. TURN CALMLY TOWARD SON TO ASK QUESTIONS.]
Me: Ummm, Gabe, WHERE did you get this game?
Gabe: On a table, Mom.
Me: A table where? At school?
Gabe: Yep, in architecture class.
Me: Do you know who made this game?
Gabe: Nope, Mom, I just found it.
Me: Okay, hon. This needs to go back to your teacher. We'll make our own using nice words, okay?
Gabe: Okay, Mom.
So I sent it in a sealed envelope back to Gabe's teacher with a note on it that I was pretty shocked that any girl in elementary school would write stuff like that down. Of course I included the requisite smiley face afterward because I didn't want her to think it upset me or that I'm too serious, but wow. I hope the kid who wrote it doesn't even know what she's talking about. I am pretty sure I didn't until I was I don't know, a senior in high school! lol!
Bonnie and Dave: congratulations on the arrival of Emery Jane! And I hope this post doesn't frighten you any. :) But hey, you two teach high school, so I imagine what goes on there must be much scarier than elementary school. haha!
Love y'all,
Kristinn
1 comment:
I totally remember those games!! I don't have a clue what I'd written inside them, but I imagine a 12 yr old heard that from her older brother and doesn't have the foggiest idea what she's talking about.
If you're young enough to be playing paper games, you're probably too young to know what's written there. :)
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