This morning in chapel, the boy in my class (the one boy) was sitting next to me. Our principal was giving a lesson on doing the right thing. Keeping our hands to ourselves, being kind, obeying our teachers, etc. When all of a sudden my sweet only-boy-in-the-class was making some kind of sign with his right hand. It was kind of like a claw. You know. One of those you can use to pick up stuffed animals in those machines at the mall. I gave him the "stop playing in chapel" look and he leaned over to me and said, "It's my wedgie machine." Then he started miming giving himself a wedgie. During chapel. Right next to me. I couldn't help but to laugh. Are you kidding me? A wedgie machine? What will they think of next?
Today's thanksgiving thought:
I am thankful that my daughter is a born singer. She sings more than she talks. She even writes her own songs. Among her hits from the past few days are "I Love Adam/Josh," "Hallelujah," and my favorite, "I'm Going to See My Mommy." She was singing "Hallelujah" (just the word "hallelujah" over and over and over) yesterday at the grocery store. So cute. Even though some old lady thought she was saying "hello" to her. I didn't correct her even though the reality was so much better. Yes, my girl loves music. Has since she could hear. Or at least since I took her with me to that Def Leppard/Styx/REO Speedwagon concert when I was 8 months pregnant.