A Daddy of Very Little Brain
Hayden has been listening to audiobooks on the iPad. And when I say he listens to audio books, I should clarify that he only listens to the same three books over and over again. Ramona the Pest. Ralph S. Mouse. And Winnie the Pooh. I can barely tolerate the reader for Ralph, but at least H isn’t watching TV.
As a result of listening to Pooh stories for weeks on end he has taken to speaking in a formal manner, using phrases like, “I should think blah blah blah” or “Daddy, you don’t know about blah blah because you are of very little brain.” Sometimes he throws in a proper English accent, which is a welcome delight in my life that is full of dirty laundry and poop and bugs. And I’m not just talking about the ants.
I’m talking about L I C E.
For the record, Hayden doesn’t have lice (at least not today), which is a relief after what we’ve been dealing with lately.
Hayden doesn’t appear to have lice, but at least two unrelated kids and two parents at his preschool do. Lice is curable but disgusting and also, um, contagious. So when I found out about it from another parent and learned that this all started over a week ago and the school’s administrator has yet to inform any of us about it? I was pissed.
Hayden’s school embodies a loving, play-based environment, which is just dandy. But I expect a little common sense and professionalism. Counting the days ’til kindergarten…