Tuesday night we visited our daughter’s school to learn more about kindergarten. She’ll be entering KINDERGARTEN in the fall. Not quite the fall, since it starts August 12. Didn’t school start in September in the days of yore? Seems it starts sooner and sooner every year.
So, the very sweet kindergarten teacher is talking about what a typical day is like there, and she has a very nice PowerPoint presentation going as well. Then, up pops a picture of “Spanish Class.”
Now, let me digress for a moment: my husband and I watch the NBC show “Community” (Thursdays at 7 CT) and one of our favorite characters is Senor Chang, the Chinese man who teaches Spanish (see video). So of course, I look at my husband, who has a big grin on his face and I start giggling. And I couldn’t stop. I felt like I was 10 years old, sitting in church, waiting for Sr. Barb to come by and smack me in the back of the head. I felt so sorry for the teacher – she probably thought I was the biggest jerk – and if you’re making fun of a kindergarten teacher, you are one of the biggest jerks ever. Tess will probably get held back for that.
Secondly, my son has a new walk. It reminds me of Joe Cocker performing on stage. Or at least, John Belushi imitating Joe Cocker on stage. At first I thought maybe he had some sort of head injury, because he just wasn’t walking normally. I couldn’t ask him if he smelled toast (a sure sign of a stroke, they say, though my RN friend has never heard of that) so I picked him up and he smiled and said “down!” so I put him down and he ran off like he usually does. Then he did the walk again, so I guess he’s just trying new stuff to see if it works for him.
Lastly, I fell off the couch the other night. I was sitting on the arm of the couch with my right foot tucked under me left leg. I was waiting for my husband to get done reading a story to Tess so I could then go read her one. I tried to reposition my leg, but it was somehow stuck and without warning, I fell off the couch and landed on my hip, still in the same position as I was on the couch. It was like I had become a statue and someone had knocked me over. It hurt like a mother too. I laid in that position for a few seconds, bewildered. Thank the Lord no one was around, though I don’t think anyone would have noticed since it’s such a regular occurrence. I just thought I’d share that so as to reinforce the clumsy redhead thing. And to prepare you for the fact that I will probably have a metal hip at some point in the near future.
