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Q and U, sitting in a tree...

My daughters got off of the bus yesterday and were excitedly discussing a wedding.

Thing 1 (8 year old), "...and then he said will you take 'you' to stand by her side forever and ever..."

Thing 2 (6 year old), "....oh, man! and then what happened??"

Thing 1, "...'que' said YES, I will! And then the guy was like, And You? Will you take Que to stand beside forever and ever??"

Thing 2, "Wow. So they're married, huh? Wow."




Finally I chime in and ask what the hell is going on. Both girls began frantically describing - in stereo - the video of the wedding they were shown in class. There was a minister... flowers... the works. So here is what I FINALLY discerned: someone at their school staged a wedding between the letters 'Q' and 'U' because they are always used together in words.

It took me around 10 minutes to finally figure it out. By the end of the conversation my girls are looking at me with expressions that imply, "Poor Mommy. She really has NO idea what the hell is going on. Jesus. Look at her. NOTHING."


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Anonymous said…
That's so cute.
:)

I have a little cousin who's pretty creative... Her favourite class seems to be history. The teacher tells her the same old boring stuff that we grew up learning, but she fills in between the lines.

For example, the pyramids were built by the 'Faro' so that he can live after he is dead. He made them in the pyramid shape so that 'it points out the way to the next life'. Obviously you can't do that with a cylinder.

Christopher Columbus went off to find a new world because he was bored with his old place. He promised his king that he would bring back gold from India, but went back with spices and herbs from America, hoping nobody would notice the difference...

It's amusing... But to be honest, it's also confusing... Cos some of her other stories seem credible enough. I don't know if she's making those up or new 'facts' have been found since my time...

In any case, people should be allowed to go to school with their kids as often as possible. It'd be nice to hear stories from the direct source for a change. What do you think?
:)
Bee said…
My niece smacks her forehead and just gives us a look "I'm 4 and smarter than you?" :o)
Cara said…
I remember that from a reading book in elementary school. See, I'm not as old as I thought. Your kids are adorable.
Cara said…
I mean, I know that isn't them in the pic. I just meant their little story was adorable...blah blah blah. you know what I mean :)
Bex said…
Bee, my kids are totally smarter than I am. (Although, it's probably not all that difficult to be smarter than I am.) Sigh....

Cara, You crack me up! It's true that those aren't my kids. It's also true that I stole/liberated that photo from some unsuspecting parent who posted it on the internet. Out of parental courtesy I spent AN HOUR figuring out how to make black rectangles to cover their eyes so that any lurking pervert wouldn't see their whole face. Aren't I nice? And courteous? The bad news is that I have a zit coming in on my forehead the size of Cleveland. I am in my THIRTIES for christs sake. It could be argued that I'm closer to forty even. (It could also be argued that I'm turning 40 this year....) Meh...

Oy. I just re-read the above. My zit is the size of Cleveland. NOT my forehead. Just thought we should be clear about that. (The "we" being me and my zit.)

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