it was a beautiful morning when boookie attempted to use correctly the word 'eclectic.'
it came out sounding a bit more like 'egg-collect-ticket,' but, hey! i was impressed! so i gave him a high-five and teasingly called him a smarty-pants.
this lead to ela's request that i call her a smarty-skirt.
which lead to bookie's request that i call him a smarty-sword.
which lead to boookie'samended request ("because i'm really into dwarves right now") than i call him a smarty-axe.
which lead to all three of my children marching around my living room loudly chanting, "SMART! AXE! SMART! AXE!"
did i mention that it was a beautiful morning? that all my living room windows were wide open?
to all my lovely neighbors, especially those walking their own school-aged children right past our seemingly salty and unseasonably loud "vocabulary lesson"...
i'm so sorry.
and i promise to wait a while before introducing my weapons-minded students to the word 'nunchuck.'
thank you.
