It was another stupid day at school again. This teacher keeps trying to tell me things I already know. Like I don't know the color red from a circle....1,2 skip a few 99, 100. See, I can already count and why do I have to stop picking my nose?? It's my nose.
After a day like this a kid just wants to come home and relax, so I flip on the news, then turn it over to my cooking shows. Lydia can do some amazing things with chicken.
Mom finally gets home. I miss her during the day, even if she is always on me about picking my nose too. I just don't get it. She always hugs me and kisses me when she gets home. And she smells good too. I love Mom.
When dinner time comes, she calls us to the table, so I go. I think it's spaghetti tonight. I love spaghetti. Suddenly I am trapped and cannot move. It seems my swimming ring doesn't fit between the wall and the table. This is frustrating for me. I really need to have this on. Disaster is coming!!!
Mom is trying to look serious when she comes over to help me and ask why I am wearing it. Duh!! Mom !! I watch the news and they say we can expect some flash flooding and I really don't swim too well. I like to be prepared for emergencies.
It's bedtime now and I have to go fight Mr. Cavity before I can figure out how to sleep with this thing on. See you later.
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My 6 year old has an odd way of thinking about things. I couldn't help but laugh so hard, when i came home from work to find him wearing his swimming ring for fear of flash flooding. I was rolling, when he got stuck coming to dinner. He wore this for 2 days (at home) until the rain stopped.
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