school(ed)

This little guy started preschool this month.  So far, so good.

 This bigger, little guy also started school.  

His enthusiasm doesn't quite match Malcolm's.

Calvin on the second day of school:

"Mom, I don't want to do school today.  I'm tired of it."

"Calvin, it's the second day of school.  I don't want to hear it."

"Mom.  When you get run over by a train, it's not the caboose that kills you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"(sigh.) It means that when you start something that's going to be really long and hard, like school, it's not the last day that kills you."

"oh."

summer shots

 

pool time.

good times.

too small

This will have to do for now.

Deep Thoughts... by Malcolm

After staring up at our ceiling fan for a while:

"Mom, does that thing push the wind until it falls down?"

little boy's prayer...

A sweet and sincere prayer spoken by Noah a few nights ago at dinner:

Dear Heavenly Father, 

Thank you for this day.

Thank you for this food.

Please help us to eat it, 

because nobody likes it.

another kindergarten grad/ mr. quackers

This little guy is now an official 1st grader.  They take graduating kindergarten pretty seriously at St. Cyril's, so there was a full on cap and gown ceremony.  (Perhaps overkill, but adorable nonetheless)

So, now that Noah is moving on to bigger things, it's Malcolm's turn to don the SkyLander's backpack and head off to preschool in a few months.  He's just a little excited...

Before the school year ended, they had "move-up day", where all incoming students got to attend class for a few hours.  The night before, I was explaining to Malcolm what was going to happen, and asked if he wanted to know his new teacher's name (whom he has never met).  The exchange was classic Malcolm:

 "I already know his name."

"You do?"

"Yes.  His name is Mr. Quackers."

"No, Malcolm. Your teacher is a girl and her name is Ms. Fallen."

"No, it's Mr. Quackers.  I always call him that."

Sometimes, there's no point in arguing with this one.