Signs that a little boy lives at your house:
- black Sharpie marks on your mattress
- action figures at Hot Wheels in the flower beds
- red clay dust on the carpet, tracked in from baseball cleats worn in the house
- a trail of dirty little socks all throughout the house
- crumbs on the kitchen table
- crumbs under the kitchen table
- crumbs between his sheets along with a two week old bread crust
- a varied assortment of Lego airplanes and spaceships in differing states of disrepair throughout the living room
- a brand new T-shirt cut from the neckline half way down the chest
- a...wait! What?!
"Umm...I kind of got a little hot at school, so I...ummmm....got my scissors and did this", he told us, pointing out the straight slit that went about 6 inches down the front of his shirt.
"You cut your SHIRT?!", I
It turns out that he was trying to make his friends laugh, while the substitute teacher wasn't looking. Nice. My kid is that kid. The one who does daring, but dumb things to earn the respect and laughter of his first grade peers. Great.
The teacher never noticed apparently, and we established that he never would have even tried this had his real teacher been there. Once every couple of weeks he gets his clip moved to yellow for some nit picky thing like asking to go to the bathroom 20 minutes after the whole class has gone, or giggling during center time, so I can just imagine that his teacher would have had a coronary had she seen this.
(Sigh.) He will be paying for the new shirt (that we just bought last night!) with his allowance, and we had a talk about showing respect for things and people, and the value of a dollar, and pretty much any other parently lesson we could think to impart
Other signs a little boy lives at your house:
- little feet pitterpattering down the stairs for a second drink of water at bedtime
- a second round of sticky kisses goodnight, gentle hugs, and "I love you Mom"'s
- stick people drawings of Mommy and Daddy kissing surrounded by Star Wars tie fighters
- a sincere little voice who says upon hearing thunder at bedtime "If you feel somebody climbing in bed between you two tonight, that'll just be me."
- your house is filled with infectious, mischievous giggles, that make Daddy stop counting and start laughing along