Thursday 14 January 2010

And Thus it Begins...

I was greeted in front of the school today by Faithie (age 8) with this: "Hi Mom. Guess what. I think Simon likes me. Like really likes me. He always wants to be my reading partner, and sit by me at lunch and talk to me the whole time, and he sang me this song today while we were putting our coats on (sings the song for me)." My response? "Don't tell your father."

Simon is known in my little mind as "Peanut Allergy Boy" or "The Reason Why I Can't Send Peanut Butter Sandwiches to School with My Kids." Hey, when you have 4 kids, you have to develop little ways of remembering which friend is which. I only tell you that to explain the following: Faithie says on the way home, "Mom, what if I married Simon?" My response? "Well, you would never get to eat peanut butter again." Faithie replies, "Or watermelon. Or have a cat. Our kids would have to have a dog. I guess if I was going to marry Simon, he would have to give me a list of all the things he is allergic to so I would know." If nothing else, at least she plans ahead...

1 comment:

Jake said...

Between Nate, Matt, and Trev... I pity the first boy to ask Mikayla out.