Friday, May 29, 2009
The world of Middle
Oh my Middle.
She asks me the other day if I knew what Cemetery was.
"Uh... yeah. That's where they bury dead people..."
"What about math?"
"Hmmmm, did you play a game about cemeteries in math?" (thinking what kind of voo doo hoopla is taking place in first grade)
"well I guess I don't know then. Why did you learn about cemeteries in math?"
"YOU don't know about the line of CEMETERY?"
Obviously the time, in my life, where the line of symmetry comes in handy.
And just now....
"Mom, do you have a utensil?"
"What kind of utensil do you need, Middle?"
She scratches back and forth on a pad of paper.
"To write with?"
"Yeah, a writing utensil."
Um, Middle... we call those fancy things pencils around here.
God love her.