Say what?
June 12, 2009
My morning: The usual morning craziness that ensues when trying to get 3 boys out the door before 7:30am. Crying baby, slightly cranky toddler and sleepy husband. But, by 7:31 we have all managed to slosh through the puddle that used to be our walkway and settled ourselves into the car (each of us dripping wet from the pouring rain of course). I drop boy #1 off at work and after kisses and hugs goodbye, we slosh off to day care.
The rain continues to pound as I walk around to the passenger’s side of the car to unbuckle Xander. I pull him out of the car and instruct him to walk towards the door, explaining that it’s raining and he’s getting wet. Then I walk back around to the driver’s side and pull Parker’s seat out of the car, and stumble over Xander in the process as he has completely ignored my instructions and for some inexplicable reason thought it would be more fun to stand on my heels.
I get Xander pointed towards the door and start hauling Parker (all 15+ pounds of baby and 8 pounds of car seat…) in the same direction. I finally get Parker under the awning and turn, expecting to see Xander right behind me. Nope, he’s examining rocks in the driveway. With a glare at the sky, I trudge back into the rain to collect my distracted son. The slow poke finally makes it to the door and I pull all three of us inside, shaking off as much water as I can in the process.
I sign the boys in, drop off their check, and Xander opens the door to the green room. We are greeted by another little boy who tells Xander “Guess what! You can watch the whores movie with me today!” I pause, blink, and ask the little boy, “the what movie?” He looks at me like I must be a deaf 90 year old woman and patiently (for a 4 year old) replies “the whores movie”. Xander and I are still standing in our wet rain coats at the threshold of the door. I’m still holding 20+ pounds of fussy Parker in one hand, so I nudge Xander into the room.
I don’t know anything about this kid’s home life, but I’m pretty sure his mom wouldn’t pack him off to school with porn in his backpack, so I wait (somewhat) patiently for more detail about this “whores” movie. Finally, my thick head makes the connection, whores = horse. The boy jogs off to tell more kids about his “whores” movie and I go about settling Xander and Parker and thinking how very glad I am that I won’t be around to watch a movie later today…
Ha ha! I was wondering where that story was going…
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