Monday, September 20, 2010

His educational career is off to a bit of a slow start

It's going to be a long year.  Scratch that- it's probably going to be a long educational career for Jack in general.  He seems to prefer to do the bare minimum and I fear it may be a trait that he carries through high school/college.  To my point, I'm providing exhibit A below.  This is Jack's first homework assignment in first grade. 

The instructions were clear. He was to write his answers within each of the apples and then decorate the page.  I knew I was in trouble when he said he didn't want to write "play football" in the I Like To... area because "it was too much to write". *sigh*

What's that you say? Where are the decorations on the page? Oh, let me share with you my few favorite points:
1) Jack's favorite color is red.  I love how his "decoration" consists of a single red scribble.
2) Jack's favorite food is meat. Yup, that's it...just meat. And he drew the chicken drumstick to prove it.
3) Lastly, the rawhide Jack drew to symbolize his dog in the pet category, and the numbers 1 & 2 to show math as is favorite subject are just genius as far as I'm concerned.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

That information just isn't worth a chicken tender.

Jack is growing up.  Right before my eyes, I see him shifting from that super-sensitive, cuddly little boy into an independent little guy.  In some ways, it makes me sad because now those hugs and kisses I used to get so freely take a bit of begging on my part to get.  I noticed the other day that he never talks about any of the girls in his class- only the boys.  So I asked him about it while we were eating dinner.

Me: Do you ever talk to the girls in your class?
Jack: No.
Me: Why not?
Jack: They never ask me any questions.
Me: Huh...
Jay: He knows how to attract girls if he wants.
Me: Really? 
Jack: Yeah.
Me: What kind of moves do you have to attract the girls?
Megan: Yes. What are they???
Jack: I'm not telling.
Me: Seriously?  Why not?
Jack: (shrugging his shoulders)
Megan: What if I give you a chicken tender? Would you tell us then?
Jack: No way!  A chicken tender only lasts about 20 minutes and you want me to tell you something that lasts a lifetime???

Friday, September 10, 2010

Now that's what I call High Maintenance

At times, I must say I'm afraid for Megan's future spouse. Truly. From the outside, she doesn't appear to be high maintenance, but she really is.  It reminds me of that scene from When Harry Met Sally where Sally is ordering pie in the diner.  Yesterday Megan wanted some lemonade and here is how it went:

Megan: I want some lemonade.
Me: We are out of the cans of lemonade.
Megan: I don't want the kind in the pouch. 
Me: Hmmm...Oh, here.  We have some Crystal Light pink lemonade.
Megan: I don't want pink lemonade.  How about the other kind that is in that other cabinet.
Me: Okay.
(5 minutes pass while I make a jug of the yellow lemonade and pour Megan a glass)
Megan: This doesn't taste good.  It tastes like water that someone squeezed a lemon in.
Megan: Can you add some sugar?
Me: No- that's what the mix is for.  I can add more mix to it.
(1 minute goes by as I add more mix to her drink and she takes a sip)
Megan: Eeewww.  This is too lemon-y.  That's why I wanted you to add sugar.
Me: How about you pour out some of the drink and add more water.
Megan: No.  I don't want lemonade anymore.
Me: Really? REALLY??!!!????