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You might as well know

R has broken his foam water pistol.  He is distraught.  I have tried unsuccessfully to fix the toy.

Mom — Sorry, R.  I can’t fix it.  We can take it home to see if Dad can fix it, though, if you want.

R — Okay.  I bet Dad can fix it.  He’s much better at fixing things than you are.


A matter of priorities

The boys are counting the days until we are reunited with Dad.

B — I can’t wait to see Daddy!

Mom — I can’t, either.  Dad missed out on a lot of our celebrations, huh?

R — Like our birthday, and Christmas…

Mom — … and my birthday, and Valentine’s Day the day after that.

R — Your birthday is the day before Valemtime’s Day?

Mom — Yes.

R — Wow. [Pause]  We should make Valemtime’s cupcakes and take them to our friends at school.

Units of measurement

Mom — What did your teacher say about the mug you made for her?

B — She loved it more than us!

Mom —  She loved the mug more than she loves you guys?

B — Well, she loves it the same as much in time as us.

Mom — That’s good.

B — Yeah, she loves it just as much length as us!



Car insurance

A bedtime prayer, by R.

“… please help us to get through the last 5 days of school and let the bus ride be short.  Make sure the bus is going fast so we can get home as quickly as possible and make sure the bus doesn’t crash into a car so we can get home on time.  In Jesus’ name, amen.”

Tough enough

Mom — Boys, you realize that because I decided to only let you do homework for a half hour today, and you didn’t finish all your homework, Miss Teacher may decide to take away some privileges.

R — Are you going to send her a note?

Mom — Yes.  I will explain that I think 2 hours of homework is too long.

R — I know!  Then we wouldn’t even have time to play!

Mom — Well, if Miss Teacher says there is some punishment involved for not doing all your homework, I want you to remember that we made the decision and we’ll have to take the consequences.

R — Okay.

B — It’s okay.  We can take it.

Elementary, my dear

The boys are talking to Dad on Skype.

Dad — How was your first day back at school?

R — Not so good.

Dad — How come?

R — Well, there were some bad parts.

Dad — Like what?

R — Well, the first part, of course, is that they don’t have anything to play with at recess like at our old school.

Dad — No playground?

R — Yeah!  It’s just a field.

Dad — Oh…  What else?

R — Well, the second part, of course, is that the bus ride is so long .  The third part, of course, is that the P. E. teacher speaks Spanish.

Mom, thinking there must be more to the story — Did you get in trouble?

R — Of course not.

All in good time

The boys are aware that we can fly back to be with Dad once he has a new job.  They have been praying for his job interviews and seem to understand the connection between the job and our return trip home.

B, praying  — Dear Jesus, please let Daddy do well on his -what’s it called again?

Mom — Interview.

B — Right.  Interview.  And please let him get a job before we go back to school next week.  In Jesus’ name, amen.