Yesterday was J.K.'s birthday. Her momma asked me in the morning, when she brought her to school, when a good time would be to bring up a treat. I told her that she could either bring it at 10:40, which is our lunch time, or 1:15-1:30, which is snack time, and as far as I was concerned, the better time. She then turns to J.K. and asks her what time she would prefer. I found this a bit irritating because I just got done telling her two second before that I would prefer snack time. It's hard enough for the babies to eat their actual lunch in the short amount of time they have (20 minutes). If you bring them cupcakes, or whatever, they'll NEVER eat their food, and then I'll have a bunch of wild, sugared up crazies on my hands! Not to mention that they will go all day without eating any food.
Anyway, come lunch time, we go down to the lunch room, J.K. gets her tray, and as she reached the end of the line and I handed her a spork, she says to me (with an eyeroll and a turkey neck!) "My momma pants are on fire!" My first thought was, "Holy crap! She must have heard her mom say something close to that at home." Mom has 5 children, ages 7-1 1/2. So, of course I say, "Um, excuse me?" Again she says, "My momma's pants are on fire!" I say, "WHAT in the WORLD are you talking about, Little One?!" She says, (turkey-neckin' the whole time!) "She told a story. Now her pants are on fire." (eye roll) For those of you that don't speak Englewood, telling a story means lying. That's when it hit me. Her mom lied! Liar, liar, PANTS ON FIRE! Of course, I had to bust out laughing, and then I assured her that her mom was probably waiting for snack time. Thankfully, she did.
Now J.K. also cracked me up one day a couple of months ago, and I forgot about it until today. She had been absent one day, and when she returned the next day, she handed me a note from her mom. It was your typical Please excuse J.K. for being absent yesterday. She wasn't feeling well, blah, blah, blah. Well, that day was J.K.'s turn to be our reporter for Daily News. I usually try to give the babies a little help coming up with something to report, so I said to her, "What did you do yesterday while you were home sick? Did you stay in bed all day and rest?" She rolled her eyes and kind of shook her head in disgust, and said, "My momma told a story. We had to go to the laundromat yesterday. ALL DAY!" She seemed genuinely pissed off that she had to miss school, especially to go to the laundromat!! Too funny!