Monday, October 24, 2011

A for Army, B for Boobs, C for ...

Grade One brings many thing to a young boy's life...and his mom's for that matter.
Last week W learned more about patterning (math), tinting (science), home reading (level D) and exciting subjects like boobs and missing lunch hour recess for playing army.

First the boobs.
Please note we do NOT use this term at home. I dislike it. It's breasts or chest. That's it.
So imagine my surprise when I hear Sir W call R a "boob" only to have him later inform me that it's not a bad word cause everyone has boobs.

And where did he learn this word? His he says. They were talking about how tall he is and that he's almost up to her boobs. Huh? Oh please let that be wrong!

Boys will be boys...especially at lunch hour when they are left to their own devices. So, my Sir W and two other little grade oners were happily playing Army, swinging their coats around and pretending to fight each other.....which is not allowed on the playground. Army cost these three muskateers their next lunch hour. Now they are literate after spending 45 min "reading" in Principle's office.

The A, B, Cs of parenting a school aged child.
A is for Army
B is for Boobs
then C is for Crap!


  1. I will say this NEED to write a children's book!
    I can't wait to read what the "D" post will be ;) On a good note he's already learning anatomy, he'll be way ahead of the other kids! Maybe you'll look back and realize THIS was the moment he decided to become a doctor!

  2. Ah...boys! I have a feeling this may be just the beginning.

    Your school is tough. Yikes.

    But too funny!