Have I ever told you that my kids live outside if the temperature is above 40? When you make them come in – sometimes – there are even tears. The little one will have an all-out tantrum if she’s really pissed off about coming in.
So last night I got home and there stands Banana, the 6 year old. Inside the house.
Um – it’s nearly 70 degrees and she’s not outside?? Shitballs. Something is up.
I say, “Why aren’t you outside playing?”
“Cuz Daddy says I can’t go outside.”
To which Rambo replies….”read the note from the teacher”.
Double shitballs – with whip cream on top.
The note says: Banana was in trouble today for swearing at recess.
F*ck a duck and call it Larry. Where would she learn such f*cking words? I’m shocked, damn it!
When I asked her which word it was she said it was “a really bad one” and it started with “SH”.
Whew. Crisis averted. I soooo thought she was going to say it was the F word.
You better believe I let her continue believing that the SH word is the worst swear word there is.
She was repeating it with two other girls and all three ended up in trouble. I’d love to you tell that this is her first time in trouble but you all remember her filling a boy’s shoe up with water and her crawling under the restroom stalls and locking them from the inside, right?
Ugh. Well I remember. And I’m a little scared of the future.
Just a little.
Oh and yesterday was weigh in at my first Weight Watchers meeting. I’m down 4 pounds. Woot! I’m so proud of me. I didn’t even use all my extra points that I could have and I worked out a total of 3 times!
Onward to week 2! I worked out again last night…how about you?