7:20 a.m.
“Boy, get dressed. We have to get you to camp.”
7:33 a.m.
“Boy, are you dressed? Put down the comic book and get dressed!”
7:41 a.m.
“Where are you? How long does it take to get dressed? You need breakfast!”
7:50 a.m.
“You are leaving in 10 minutes! Get your butt down here!”
“Okay, okay!” the boy yells, as he runs down the stairs, fully dressed, and into the kitchen.
I look at him. “Are you wearing clean underwear?”
The boy looks at me exasperated. “You didn’t tell me I had to put on clean underwear!” And back upstairs he went.
Later that day, after returning from School of Rock camp: “Mom, there was a line in the song we’re writing that I don’t understand. The line is, ‘You bang your drums when you should be plucking my g string.’ What does it mean?”
Ah, the joys of having a fourth grader!
Haha. Reminds of the time Emma got off the school bus and loudly announced her g-string broke at school that day. I was in a panic until I realized she was talking about her violin.