The P is pretty honest. He confessed that he played a prank on a girl at school.
Trying to gauge the severity of the prank, I ask what the girl’s face looked like when she found she had been pranked.
He said, “Kinda funny surprised”
“Could you show me with your face?”
“Um. No. Girls are too complicated.”
The P and I were going to Wendy’s to pickup lunch the other day. We were discussing what drinks they have available.
The P doesn’t care for carbonated drinks, so we do a lot of juices and lemonades. Wendy’s doesn’t carry juice, so I reminded him that they have lemonade.
A block or so later, The P prepares to drop the bombshell, “Mom, I’ve been keeping a secret from you for a long, long time.”
Woah. “Ok, Buddy. You can tell me anything.”
“I don’t like lemonade.”
I only cried a little.
They led with a slide show accompanied by a song I had never heard before. It was a woman singing, “don’t ever grow up,” and other similar heart wrenching lyrics. I just tuned it out and stayed strong.
Then all 80 kindergarteners, in unison, recited the cutest poem:
“Remember last fall
We were so small
Look at us now
We’ve grown so tall…”
That kind of thing.
I stayed strong.
Then, they all sang the song “New York, New York” with lyrics altered for a kindergarten graduation.
“Start spreading the news,
We’re leaving today.
We want to be a part of it
First grade, First grade”
Due to technical difficulties, they sang this song 3 times.
At the end of the last song, the P’s best girl friend sang a solo. That’s when I lost it a little.
My dad pointed out that we only have six more graduations to go: 6th grade, junior high, high school, college, med school, and law school.
None of those could be as cute as this one was.
The P is finally tall enough to ride almost everything at Six Flags so we invested in a season pass so that he and BabyDaddy can go anytime they have a free afternoon or evening.
For those of you who see The P on a regular basis, he does not know how the pass works. Please do not tell him he can go any day. We told him that we know which days he can go, and we will let him know when those days are as they happen.
The boys went for the first time last Friday. Among other things, they rode the Giant. BabyDaddy said the new Giant is intense and fun.
Immediately after the Giant, The P threw his hands up and said “That was awesome! I am never doing that again!”
The P drew this. It’s part of a series about a super hero he made up.
His name is Gwis.
In this picture of Gwis at rest, you can still see his biceps.
He is a good guy. We are not sure why he has a frowny face on his pajamas. The artist himself says it does not mean anything.
The nose is modeled after David Shannon’s autobiographical children’s books. We can relate with young David.
But the bunny slippers and relaxed eyebrows are my favorites.
Last Spring, The P played T-ball. We had a wonderful coach, great teammates. It was a really great experience.
I learned 2 things:
1. Some sport parents are crazy.
2. T-ball involves a whole lot of standing around.
After The P’s first game, on the way to the car he asked, “Can I call my dad?”
Oh, how cute. He wants to call to say that he scored a run, or hit the ball, or something, you know, sports related.
This is what he says:
Daddy, guess what? I found a lady bug!
We have tried to tape the games for BabyDaddy. Most of what we have is The P spinning in circles in the outfield.
This year, we are trying soccer. It is more our pace. And our son really likes it. And I like the idea of possibly attending indoor soccer games some day. Have you noticed baseball is always outside? This is no good.