to post the turkey bowl pictures.
My stepmom had good reason to worry (in spanish we say tiene razon, it means she is right but it also means she is always right because she owns the patent on reasonable).
but I have survived and am looking forward to Baby Jesus Bowl!
Diciembre 2005 Archives
on the topic of whether to laugh or cry over blood and skin, wine and bread turning into gin and birthday cake: this is what we call a not problem. At preschool we laugh raucously until our giant heads cause us to fall off our chairs, hit a body part on the table and then we "cry real hard." It is all very well choreographed.
there are a few answers that usually work;
try these on:
(first one)
"Hey teacher, what are panthers made of?"
"Tell me what you think."
"MMMlegs and claws and whiskers and stuff, huh teacher?"
(second one)
"Teacher, Uyen is crying."
"I know, did you ask her why?"
They always know why the one is crying. And I mean always. I never know what the hell is going on but everytime I ask them about each other the answers pop up, and they are undeniably correct answers. It took me a few months to test this theory but now that I am faced with two weeks away from them I am really at a loss.
Hanging out at the local ChuckECheese's, hoping a few might pop in on dates with dads may have worked but Mr. Cheese won't have any beers for me so I think I might be better off at Mr. Jimenez' house.
otherwise Christmas and the missyou issue usually go hand in hand and I am getting used to this. And anyway, even preschoolers know laughing and crying can take turns.
