I'm Doomed
So yesterday was Part I of the two-part drive to O-hi-O to meet up with LM's grandparents. It's really sweet of them to meet me halfway and take him back to Pittsburgh so he can spend the holiday with his dad.
En route, I decided LM and I could at least take advantage of the time and write our Christmas letter. It's lame but has a certain cuteness to it (sorta. Work with me here.) The whole time we're writing it, LM keeps adding in little jokes about learning to dance the Tango. I'd say, "Okay, so now we need your goals for 2008." Without missing a beat, he'd say slowly as if he were writing it down, "LM intends to learn to dance the Tango." Or, I'd say, "What other interests do you have besides reading, trumpet, Star Wars and the like?" and he'd say, "You mean, other than the Tango?" Maybe you had to be there, but it really was funny. It was all in his timing and how he kept working it in.
When we finished with the tango, I mean, the Christmas letter, LM resumed reading his Tom Clancy Novel, "Red Rabbit". He says, "You know, Mom, it wasn't until just this last time when I started reading again that I realized why Clancy named the novel "Red Rabbit"." (Having absolutely no idea what Clancy's intentions were or what the novel is even about, I asked for the reason. "Well, 'rabbit' is code for a defector and 'red' is a communist symbol. The novel is about a Russian defector."
Um, yeah, okay, I knew all that.
A few miles further down the road, LM asked me what the Greek god, Apollo, was a god of. "LM, I honestly have no idea. I know I should know, but I had a horrible time with mythology. For some reason, I want to say he's a god of war, but I might not even be close on that one."
"I think you might be wrong, Mom. I think he's the god of peace. I mean, think of the word 'apologetic'. That's a word about peace and compromise, not about war and I think it comes from 'Apollo'."
Um, yeah, okay, right, wrong or otherwise, you can't say the kid doesn't make a sound argument.
"Mom? What does KGB stand for?"
"Russian Secret Service."
"Yeah, I know that, but what does K. G. B. stand for?"
"Oh, um, something in Russian?"
"What does U.S.S.R. stand for?"
"United States of the Soviet Republic?" I totally guessed. I realize I'm way off. History was not my strong subject.
"Mom, do you know anything?"
"LM, it would appear I do not."
En route, I decided LM and I could at least take advantage of the time and write our Christmas letter. It's lame but has a certain cuteness to it (sorta. Work with me here.) The whole time we're writing it, LM keeps adding in little jokes about learning to dance the Tango. I'd say, "Okay, so now we need your goals for 2008." Without missing a beat, he'd say slowly as if he were writing it down, "LM intends to learn to dance the Tango." Or, I'd say, "What other interests do you have besides reading, trumpet, Star Wars and the like?" and he'd say, "You mean, other than the Tango?" Maybe you had to be there, but it really was funny. It was all in his timing and how he kept working it in.
When we finished with the tango, I mean, the Christmas letter, LM resumed reading his Tom Clancy Novel, "Red Rabbit". He says, "You know, Mom, it wasn't until just this last time when I started reading again that I realized why Clancy named the novel "Red Rabbit"." (Having absolutely no idea what Clancy's intentions were or what the novel is even about, I asked for the reason. "Well, 'rabbit' is code for a defector and 'red' is a communist symbol. The novel is about a Russian defector."
Um, yeah, okay, I knew all that.
A few miles further down the road, LM asked me what the Greek god, Apollo, was a god of. "LM, I honestly have no idea. I know I should know, but I had a horrible time with mythology. For some reason, I want to say he's a god of war, but I might not even be close on that one."
"I think you might be wrong, Mom. I think he's the god of peace. I mean, think of the word 'apologetic'. That's a word about peace and compromise, not about war and I think it comes from 'Apollo'."
Um, yeah, okay, right, wrong or otherwise, you can't say the kid doesn't make a sound argument.
"Mom? What does KGB stand for?"
"Russian Secret Service."
"Yeah, I know that, but what does K. G. B. stand for?"
"Oh, um, something in Russian?"
"What does U.S.S.R. stand for?"
"United States of the Soviet Republic?" I totally guessed. I realize I'm way off. History was not my strong subject.
"Mom, do you know anything?"
"LM, it would appear I do not."
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And you do know a lot.
Your son is super smart! Wow! (And so are you, don't worry!) And I couldn't answer those questions, either. KGB... hmmm... ?
Heehee that's one reason I like teaching grade one - I'm always smarter than them! ;)