Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Curious Case of Becca Button

For Mother's Day, Kate's preschool teacher sent home a scrapbook page- the front had Kate's handprints and a little poem; the back had a survey of questions Mrs. Bradshaw had asked and then written down the child's answer.

Some examples, followed by Kate's answer:
The prettiest thing about my mom: Her hair is cute all the time.
I love it when: My mom is nice.
Her favorite thing to do is: Play the piano.
I love her because she's: Nice
My mom is (blank) years old: 52

What the what? 52? I need to start on the Botox pronto.

On the other end of the spectrum, I went down to AFHS this morning to play for my mom's choir, and a little gal visiting the class sat and collected my music pages for me, so we had a couple of minutes to chat while Merrilee cracked skulls in the choir. She asked, "So are you out of high school?" Huh. I thought the crow's feet, wedding ring, giant purse/diaper bag, or world weary look on my face would have all been dead giveaways that I hadn't been a high school student in about two decades. Maybe she's one of those pot-smoking high school students I've heard so much about.

6 comments:

Christy said...

I love it when well-meaning teachers bait the kids with those questions. "My mom gets super raging mad when...." When the boys were in preschool, they even had the nerve to ask the kids how much their moms weigh. Luckily one said 92 pounds and the other 50, but only because they were too small to count much higher than that. One mom friend of mine came home with one of those that said, "Mom is happiest when... I leave her alone." Nice. Happy Mother's Day.

Julie Church said...

Sounds about right. Aren't you somewhere inbetween 18 and 52?

Brooke said...

Bwah ha ha! That is hilarious. I remember a time where I thought that anything over 18 was ancient. Now I'm thinking 40 is young.

Jamie said...

Well if you average the two guesstimates it's about right!

Unknown said...

Although I don't condone the use of marijuana pot smoking teenagers are some of my favorite. They are usually in a good mood, funny, and actually have some personality. Too bad they are killing brain cells.

Bummer about the 52 thing.

Arlie's Corner said...

If you are 52, I must be at least 80, and what does that make your own mother? She's a lot older than I am, at least 100!