Drop-off:
This morning I’m driving Jake and Nate to school and Jacob says from the back seat, “Mom, Mom. I have goose pox. I’m so cold.”
Chicken pox, goose bumps, bird flu… it’s no wonder a six-year-old could confuse the many human poultry maladies.
After dropping Jake off, Nate and I get back in the car to drive to his school. We’re listening to the radio and Nate ask, “Mama, why San Francisco has a meat house?”
It took me a second, but then I realized we had just listened to a commercial for the House of Prime Rib. Can you imagine what he was thinking? A cottage made of steak?
Pick-up:
On our way home after picking-up both boys, Jacob says to me, “Mom, Mom. There’s a lady bug on your head… April Fools!”
And then Nate says, “Mama, there’s a bug on your head… April Shoes!”