Shoved to Them
Today I learned to speak another language. I’m not sure which one, because I thought I was speaking in my native tongue. Nobody understood me though, which leads me to believe a miracle has occurred and I’m speaking in tongues instead. A little Esperanto anyone?
This morning, we had preschool playgroup in the neighborhood. As I walked across the street with my two youngest boys, I said, “We’re going to the house with the red car in the driveway.”
#5 gave me a puzzled look and replied, “What did you say?”
me: “The house with the red car. That’s where we’re going.”
#5: “Oh.” pause. “What?”
me. “See the red car? That’s the house where playgroup is.”
#5: “I don’t know, Mommy.”
me: sigh “Just hold my hand and follow me.”
#5: “Okay, but can I just hold your hand?”
Seriously.
When we got home after an hour of playtime, I told #3 to get out his math book and a calculator. (Yay calculator day!)
#3: “My math book and what?”
me: “calculator”
#3: “I don’t have that thing, I think…..” He looked at me as if I were a crazy woman.
me: “A calculator? Then get my phone. It has a calculator app.”
#3: “Get your what?”
me: “Phone. It can be a calculator.”
#3: Why would I want your phone? I don’t need to call anyone.”
me: slowly “It has a calculator on it. Get my phone.”
#3: “Never mind mom. I can use #2’s phone. It has a calculator on it.”
This has been my day. With every child except #6, although he has stared at me dumbly for most of the afternoon so there’s no telling what he’s hearing.
I’m either holier than I thought or I’m slowly losing it. At least I can still type in English. I think. Quick, look at the words and tell me what you see.
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