Last week I told my sixth graders to put thier names on thier booklets and leave them with me if they are inclined to lose things. Most of the kids gave me thier books. (They know thier limitations) This Sunday, I set out the stack of stuff and tell the kids to find their booklet. As the kids swarm around the pile, I hear a voice from the back of the room call, "Hey, Ken, could you grab mine? It's the only one without a name!" I then hear another voice, this one slightly indignant, call out, "Wait a second... mine too." A second later I hear yet another student insisting that his book was the only one without a name on it. Fortunately, we found three books without names and sorted out the confusion, but upon reflection I stumbled across an interesting truth about myself. Like those students, I tend to think that I am always the exception to the rule. The sign says the speed limit is 30, but I'm running late, and I'm a safe driver, so it's fine if I break that law. God says "Thou shalt not lie," but telling Jason that I washed the potatoes thoroughly when I really just rinsed them a little will save me from a boring lecture about sanitation. God understands that I'm not REALLY lying. And the list goes on and on. I wish I would start rationalizing less and just obeying more. Anyone else find him/herself in similar situations?
On a much lighter note, I took the ugliest picture of my baby which I will now proudly post. There are too many "Cutest Baby Picture" and "Beautiful Baby" contests. What we really need are contests that show the reality of parenting! We should give out awards like "Reddest Face During a Tantrum" or "Nastiest Spit-Up" or "Biggest Diaper Explosion." What else are we going to use to chase away our daughters' future suitors or bribe our sons to mow the lawn?
Toad-Baby!Someone find that girl a handsome prince who can return her to true form with a kiss. (Only after he's married her, of course)
4 comments:
If you look really closely, you can see her starting to turn green in the nose! haha...
I had a nightmare last night. Your ugly baby was chasing me through the forest and it was dark and a tree root conspired with her and reached out and tripped me and then she ate my face.
There is no escaping Toad-Baby! She will find you in the middle of some dark, dark night and eat your face with her long, toady tongue. And then she'll rub her warts all over you for good measure.
Ugh. Your toad baby disgusts me.
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