Mates chatting

I just drove to the LCBO. Andrew and his friend are waiting in the car with me. 

Andrew: I hate this store. So boring. It's where you get beer

Friend: what's beer?

Andrew: what my parents drink. I tried it. It's disgusting

Friend: I've had soup before. 

Green toes

There was a mom at gymnastics today that shared how she took her son to get a pedicure. He it green painted toes and one toe was candy came striped. The boy said he was nervous he'd get made fun of but the mom hushed those fears and said no one would make fun of him. So he obviously wasn't ready for me to say, hey green toes! Did you wish for a glass slipper this Christmas? I didn't say that but I felt like I should do the kid a favour and tell him the world won't react as favourably as his liberal mommy. Or maybe they will, I don't know. I guess we are leaning towards blurred lines in all areas of categorization and classification. So that was weird. 

There's a back story to this mom too. I know her because she was friends with my sister but it became awkward between them. She loaned my sister some books an wanted them back. When my sister returned them, her husband answered the door. My sister asked if the friend was home and while asking, the friend bolted it up the stairs in an attempted to hide. She doesn't share the twinkle toe affinity with her son, so as she was running up the stairs, she tripped and then just laid still. Her husband sheepishly/awkwardly said, "I guess she's not home" 

So that's the normality of green toe magee's mom.  

...like people who brag because they're tall

Today was formal day for uniform so Andrew had to wear a collar and tie. Thankfully, we didn't have a repeat of sept. 17th, known as picture day. He refused the shirt and instead, wore a white polo shirt with tie and vest. I thought about getting retakes but then I decided against it because I'd like to show him his crazy polo shirt and tie picture when he's 18, most likely doing the exact same thing. "See! you were like this in kindergarten too!"
So today, he came home and said to me, "mommy, my collar feels like its invading my personal space". This kid has his boundaries well marked out. Later on in the evening he asked me to smell his finger. You don't want to know why.

Elsie has been crying every day to go to the Markham Fair. She cries in the car while sobbing, "markham fair, markham fair". Whats with her? shes has no cognition of ever going? We've stopped by to drop off their art submissions and that has thrown her. She doesn't know why she can't stay and go on the rides. "not ready, markham fair, not ready" is what she repeats through sobs.

Mondays is gymnastics for elsie and the moms that sit in the lounge are super moms. They compare rapidity of potty training, hair length and other non-essential skills in life. They actually tote the masculinity of their girls as well. Being tough, "tank-ish" and evening proclaiming their not "girlie-girls" is now the new distinguisher. So odd! They also think pre-fab halloween costumes are tacky because you should want your child to stand out in the crowd, the CROWD THAT THEY ARE FOLLOWING door to door for candy. It drives me nuts when they boast about height and weight. that reminds me, I witnessed today Andrew's first teasing for his height. A kid in his class who is taller than him took out his little finger and poked andrew repeatedly while he said, "little andrew, little andrew". Andrew made a funny face like, GRRRR while smiling. I made it back to him. Sure, I wanted to pick up the twerp by the backpack and throw him on the ground like an upside down ladybug and scream some sort of "you have insecurities kid! didn't your mom sew your freaking lion costume for you for halloween?" but I didn't because you know, that's life. I can't step in and protect him. He has to defend himself. He has to develop the skills to kick a kid in the knee cap, twist his arm behind his back and say, "say 'little andrew' one more time, knucklehead". I've seen Andrew's jedi moves. He could totally take him.