Conversations with My Children

Just a few conversations I've had with my children (and another kid) this weekend.

Twin B's class earned a fun night. His teacher was also my oldest son's teacher (although he only taught 5th grade then...this year he teaches a mixed 4th/5th class). He is the only teacher I know who does this event and kids and adults all enjoy it. They get the school from 5:30 to 10:30 at night. They have access to their classroom, all the hallways, and the gym.

This Friday they even went outside. Some games they've played: Dodge ball (and the adults have no mercy...then again, neither do the children), video games (the teacher sets up the TV in the classroom), Sardines (all the lights are off except in the classroom. One person leaves and hides in a darkened hallway. After a few minutes, all the other kids and adults head out. It is super quiet. When a person finds the kid who left to hide, they join the person in the hiding spot. Usually, the pack of sardines gives themselves away by giggling at the last person trying to find the group).

This Friday was Capture the Flag. I've never played this game. When I showed up to pick up my child he grabbed me and told me to get in the game. When I told him I had no idea how to play, he threw his hands up in the air, then yelled the directions at me.

"I love you, too son." I said sarcastically.

"Then you better not lose the ball," he replied.

As I guarded the ball (which was the flag), one child told me to go tag our players who were in prison. I headed across the field only to have a young girl grab my arm and march me back to the ball.

"Mrs. J, guard the ball. Do not leave."

"But, Boy said..."

"Mrs. J, stay!" And yes, she pointed and gave the stern look with the comment.

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At dinner:

Twin A: No guy, the Zombies have to eat Lego man.

Twin B: K, but then he's going to be a zombie and they'll attack Justin Beiber and kill him.

Me: Guys, can we have one day without any death, violence, or destruction?
Twin B: That would be boring.

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Teen: Mom, I know. I'm working on History class assignment.

Me: Son, you can't work on it while talking on your cell phone and blasting music.

Teen: I do better that way.

Me: Son, your grade is on the line here.

Teen: Mom, you're totally stressing me out. (Into his phone: Duuude, my mom is totally stressing, I gotta go).



Life is never boring...ever.