Monday, April 12, 2010

A rose by any other name...

I love how kids think, how they process the information around them, how they come to the conclusions that they do. Like the time A was so upset about me telling a friend on the phone that J was turning into a monster. She was certain that he was physically changing and wouldn't go into his room the next morning for fear of what she might find.
K's kindergarten teacher pulled me aside last Friday to discuss why, in all the paperwork and meetings, we had never told her about the divorce. Pan to my shocked face as I am racking my brain to figure out what in the world K could have meant. I stood there in shock as her teacher informed me that K was telling her classmates that she really wanted to go see her old mom and dad but her new mom wouldn't even let her call them on the phone, and it hit me.
K has been referring to my parents, her grandparents, as her old mom and dad because thats what I call them. I am so glad that her teacher has a sense of humor or that could have been bad. Oh man what will she think of next.
If you don't laugh, you'll cry.

1 comment:

  1. Too funny! Keep up the great writing - hope to buy your first book, autographed of course :) Debbie