Trace, Kinsey, and Kendall

Trace, Kinsey, and Kendall

Friday, February 25, 2011

A Rhyming Song

Earlier this week we were discussing the offerings in the school cafeteria. The main dish that day was chicken sticks. Since you all know Kinsey, you know that she talks.

A lot.

Constantly.

Makes up things to sing about when she doesn't want to just talk anymore.

On this great morning, she started making up a song about chicken sticks and words that rhyme with sticks. For the life of me I cannot remember but one single word she used. But I'm not going to write it because that would be inappropriate as I do hope to one day have this blog printed and the kids will see it. And I do not use bad language...

Did you get it? I laughed so hard I had to wipe tears from my eyes. Do you know how hard it is to laugh that hard, in secret???

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

I'm not sure this is post-worthy, but I've been feeling guilty thinking about POP visiting my blog daily and finding nothing new. So here it is. Lackluster and all.

Tomorrow I am subbing in Trace's class. He has already gone to bed so he won't find out until morning. But I am sure he'll be very excited. He's been asking me to sub for his teachers for two years. Even though I've only been subbing for four months.
Today Kinsey informed me she no longer wants to go to dance because ballet is boring and she only really wants to do hip hop. Although not a direct quote, those are her words. Since I bought one year of dance lessons at the Cattle Baron's Gala Silent Auction this year, she's going. Period.

Realizing that I had to draw a parallel between boring ballet and hip hop, I suggested that she ask Mrs. Susan to teach her a hip hop step after class today. Turns out Mrs. Susan isn't much on hip hop, but luckily the high school helpers are all about it! So Ms. Shelby saved the day and taught her a move. Mrs. Susan explained that she has to do boring ballet to build her dancing muscles for hip hop. She seemed to accept this answer.

In the car on the way home she conceded and asked, "So if I keep doing boring ballet I will build my muscles and be able to live my dream?"

My answer...the only answer, "Yes."