red ants......
The other day at school, I came out to recess duty and one of my kids (we'll call him C) hustled over to me looking very concerned. This is how our conversation went:
C: Mrs Kinnier, I got bit by a wed ant. Thewe's a wed ant hill ova on the field. (note the adorable lisp)
Me: Uh-oh, you should make sure to stay away from there.
C: It's weally bothewing me.
Me: Ok, the bell is about to ring, so when we get back into class, I will write you a pass to the nurse so you can get some lotion on it.
C: Okay. Umm...evwethings stawting to look bluwy (blurry)
Me: Maybe you should sit down at the tables.
C: Okay. Umm, did a cloud just pass ova us because evewething just went dawk.
Me: No, no cloud. Can you see anything?
C: Not weally.
Me: Ok, well the bell just rang. Do you think you can make it to our line.
C: I think so.
He did make it to the line and I sent him down to the nurse. He came back good as new. Who knew calamine lotion could cure blindness.
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lost minds.....
On Monday, I got a call when I was on my way home from school. It was my mother's frantic voice. She locked her keys in her car. She was subbing at a school in Garden Grove and needed someone to come pick her up. That someone was me. That is the priviledge that I am blessed to have because I commute so far to work. I pass almost every member of my family at their workplaces on my drive. So, I am the natural person to call. Anyways, I had to pick up my dear sweet mother and then drop myself off at home and let her take my car to find her spare key and meet up with my dad to go back up to Garden Grove to get the car.
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(Belle with her real mom and dad) |
Fast forward to today. I get another call from my mom. Same time. Another frantic voice. She LOST her keys this time. She had a key that would let her into her car, but not the key that would start her car. She searched the classroom she was subbing in 3 times. She emptied her purse 3 times. She searched the car 3 times. So, I came to her rescue once again. I searched the car and emptied her purse. I wanted to go back and look in the classroom again, but mom was too embarrassed because she had already been into the office multiple times to turn in the sub keys, then get them back to search some more, then turn them in again. I drove her to the car dealership so that she could get another key made. They informed us that they are unable to make a new key for you without having your car there. Which means the car has to be towed there. And, no big deal, it only costs $280 to get a new key made (they are opting to go with the cheaper valet key instead, which is only $130....what a deal). Thankfully, Aunt Karen has AAA. So, I took my mom to meet up with my dad, and he gets the pleasure of taking over the situation from there.

Dear Dad,
Please don't die anytime soon. As you know, my mother is a little high maintenance, and I am too young to have to take care of her already. I am glad that is your job right now (a full time job in itself). Plus, you are really good at cutting out walls.
Love,
Mindy
p.s. Mom wants to blame you for her little key problem she keeps having. She says you took the keys off the key ring and that's why she keeps having these little mishaps. Just thought I'd warn you.
p.p.s. I know you hate the font that I normally use on this blog, so I wrote your letter in a different font. Wasn't that nice of me?
Post Script
The key saga continues. Read the comments to hear more.