So the weekend was a bust. Mainly because we actually had to get up and out of bed at sometime during the weekend, which SUCKED ASS. And then Monday came and the kids all went to school and I was at home all bored and alone and that SUCKED too. Please be forewarned that I am currently having an affair with my CAPSLOCK key. (Don’t tell my husband, he wouldn’t understand)

Logan went through a stage, when he was younger, where he was a kitty. He didn’t just meow sometimes, for about a year, 99% of his vocalization was done in meow format. (Go back and watch some of the Sunday Six videos, you’ll see what I mean) He would crawl on all fours and scratch people too. He wasn’t pretending to be a kitty, he WAS a kitty.

And great, right? parents shouldn’t stifle a kids curiosity or imagination and we let him be. In fact we meowed back at him and offered him kitty treats too!

So whatever, Logan has a hyper awesome imagination and I like that about him. The school, however, does not. See, right now, Logan is in a zombie stage. And as such, he IS a zombie. And Zombies walk with their arms outstretched and zombies can only say “Mooooan” and Zombies like to eat brains.  (Please don’t tell my CAPSLOCK key I am cheating on him with the letters A, N and D!)

Today after school, my little zombie came home and I asked him what he learned. Know what he learned at Kindergarten? Go ahead and guess!

He learned that if you are bad (read : acting like a zombie) at school, you hafta move your chair close to teachers desk.

AND I learned that it’s all great and wonderful to spend five years allowing your child to be imaginative, to spend five years telling him he can be whatever the fuck he wants to be, only to send him to school so he can be shot down and told ” WE DON’T EAT BRAINS IN KINDERGARTEN”.

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 09.21.2009
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