Tuesday, October 6, 2015

{a slice of humor} #sol15

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At dinner the other night, just like every night, we talked about kindergarten.  I try my various ways of pulling out information from my twin daughters.  Some days there isn't much to share.  And some days ... well, I'm quite surprised what they share.

Me: So, how was school today?

M and P: (Silence.)

Me: What was your favorite part of the day? Share a "good" with me.

M and P: (Nothing but shrugs.)

Me (trying again to start a conversation): Oh, I received an email from your teacher today. She sent a letter to all the parents about some new rules.

I grabbed my phone to pull up the email and shared the first new rule.

Me:  Do you keep your hands and feet to yourself?

M: Yes, we always follow the rules.

Me: Oh, what about talking when the teacher is talking?  Do you talk when the teacher is talking, P?

P: No, but ...

Me:  Do you know someone who does talk when the teacher is talking?

P: Well ... Adrian says he want to marry me.

Me: Oh?!?

P: But I told him he has to kiss me first.

Me: Oh! No! No ... no ... no ...

P: (Walks away with her head down in tears ...)

Me:  No, honey.  Let's talk about this.  I'm sorry ... er, uh, I was just so surprised, but I'm so proud of you for sharing it with me.

M (Her sister chiming in.):  P! She just wants to have a conversation with you!

Me:  (Laughing at M and then changing the subject so that P could over hear.)

P: (Walked back into the kitchen with a blanket over her head ...)

Me: Come here. Take the blanket off your head, silly.  (I grabbed her and hugged her close to me. Close enough to whisper in her ear.)

I explained to her that I understand her thinking about weddings and kissing.  We had a great conversation about it not happening in kindergarten.  And not for a long, long time.  We talked about how they could both get into trouble.  We talked about her feelings.  We talked about how proud I was that she shared her story with me.

Oh, the innocence of a sweet kindergartener.


Follow up after a couple days:

M: Mom, I told Adrian today that he can't say he wants to marry P anymore.  If he does, then I told him that I was going to tell you.

Me:  Oh, really? What did he say?

M: Nothing.

Me: (Smiling.)