We were driving home the other day and listening to the radio. Arizona has been running some really hard-core anti-meth ads. They usually start out with something along the lines of “I’ve been doing meth since I was …” Moira and Kenna were happily chatting in the very back row of our mini-van so I didn’t even think they were paying attention.
Then Moira got quiet and said loudly: “I’ve been doing math since I was 4.”
I nearly had to pull over I laughed so hard.
Innocence is awesome eh?
Moira was working on some homework and one of the fill-in-the-blank questions was “when I grow up I want to be…”. Kenna was sitting with us while Moira was working on it. Moira answered her customary “horse back rider”. She’s very consistent with that answer. It’s been the same since she was about three. I’m not exactly sure what that is, maybe some sort of circus performer?
So Alan turns to Kenna and asks what she wants to be.
She answers in all sincerity – “a rock star”.
Duh!
Kenna’s recipe for salad:
cut up carrots
cut up ham
ranch dressing
Every time I have a salad for lunch now, she asks for salad and this is what she means…
While unloading Moira’s backpack yesterday afternoon, I found a very neatly folded piece of paper wedged all the way into one of the pockets. She is known for folding her assignments that have been graded and are ready to take home…not sure why. So I unwrapped the thing and was delighted to find this funny little story.
The Assignment: Pp is for Pick
My teacher asked me to pick where I would like to sit today. If I could sit anywhere in the school, I would sit in the… (now starts Moira’s contribution)
techers laweng room, because I could drink sodea and take a nap and I would order a pizza and slepe here but I would bring my closs.
Starts off all pre-teen and ends like the normal, thoughtful 6 year old that she is. We asked her how she knew there was soda in the teacher’s lounge and she said there must be because the teachers disappear in there and come out with cans. I don’t even remember knowing there was a teacher’s lounge until I was much much older.
This kid cracks me up.
Yesterday Kenna asked me for a sandwich. When I asked her what kind she’d like she told me “cold”. Since she usually prefers things cold (I’m not kidding – she even eats her chicken nuggets frozen – yuck!) I figured she wanted cheese or ham or something else straight from the fridge.
I asked her what kind of “cold” sandwich she wanted…she looked at me slyly and then said “ice cream”.
Of course! It’s a cold sandwich right?
Kenna has been experimenting with “naughty” words lately. Her all-time favorite so far is “stupid”. We have explained that it isn’t a nice word and she’s not allowed to say it until she’s older and understands when it’s appropriate. She’s been mostly good about refraining at home, although it does tend to slip out when she’s mad (much the same as two certain grown-ups in our house – ha!)
A few weeks back when I went to pick her up from preschool, I discovered that she’s maybe not so good at refraining at school. Apparently another child told on her to the teachers that she was saying stupid. When the teachers asked her what happened she claimed innocence at ever saying stupid….over and over again.
Miss Francine: Kenna, did you say stupid?
Kenna: I didn’t say stupid, I know I’m not allowed to say stupid, stupid’s a bad word, I never say stupid, stupid isn’t nice, I’m not allowed to say stupid at my house.
Miss Nadine: Kenna, you just said stupid several times, that’s enough please.
Kenna: But I didn’t say stupid, I never say stupid, stupid’s not a nice word, I’m not allowed to say stupid ever.
At which point, her teachers were laughing so hard, they had to walk away.
Who Me?
Moira’s school is conducting parent-teacher conferences this week which results in three (yes, three!) days of early release for the kids. Yesterday afternoon I was at school picking up Moira and a little buddy she had over for a playdate. As we were walking towards the sidewalk, their teacher walks by and says “Goodbye! I’m so jealous that you get to go home and play and I have to stay and work!”
Moira turns and looks at her and says (in the most WTF voice I’ve ever heard out of her): “Well, you’re getting paid money and we aren’t!”
I snorted and her teacher looked shocked. It was slightly rude, very hilarious, and totally out of character for her. Gotta admit, I loved it.
On Sunday, Kenna was in fine form bossing all of us around. Her request for breakfast went something like this: “Mom, make me breakfast.” When I didn’t respond – it was simply the same request louder and louder and louder. I happened to be on the phone with her Grandma and Grandpa at the time. When Grandma heard her “request” – her comment was that she sounded like a little dictator.
I went to share this little funny with Alan (who was still lazing around in bed) and Kenna came in to say hi. When she heard what Grandma had called her she said “I’m not a tater!” When we laughed, she got even more indignant and said “I’m NOT a tater tot!!”
Whatever you say my little Tater Tot!
We’re walking around the neighborhood looking at Christmas lights on Christmas Eve. Moira and Kenna were getting to that tired/wild/excited part of the night (plus the Christmas Eve factor) and were running in front of us checking out each and every house and its decorations. Moira was keeping up a running commentary on what she saw on each lawn.
Moira: “And this one has a reindeer, lights, Santa, some presents, oh – there’s a penguin and some trees.”
Me: “Are you going to give us a blow-by-blow of each house silly girl?”
Moira: “I like to give a blow.”
Robin (while snorting): “It’s blow-BY-blow.”
Moira: “I like just blow.”
While riding in the car a few afternoons back:
Moira (in full indignant outrage mode): “MOM! Kenna keeps commanding me!!”
