So Jadon and I were sitting in the big chair last night going over the alphabet. Because that’s what good mommies do. They say the ABCs so their sweet little angels will be ready for Kindergarten.
And we got through soooo many of the letters without incident that I began to get comfortable (ahem, complacent) in my alphabet monitoring. Because normally you don’t need to MONITOR the flippin’ alphabet, people! But I do. Because we are, well, us. And that’s enough said.
So we went through ‘A is for apple, B is for ball…’ blah, blah, blah. So stinkin’ cute and almost bedtime, ergo almost time for Mommy to watch Investigation Discovery wherein some unsuspecting female was sure to get killed alongside the road by some super-nice guy that no one EVER suspected. BUT FIRST, we needed to make it through the alphabet.
“P is for puppy, Q is for Quack!’ (Like a duck. We were creative on this one.)
Then we got to W. Sweet little Jadon popped off with “W is for Weenie.”
Ummm, what the EFF? How about WHALE or WHOPPER or WIG? Really?! Did it really have to be WEENIE?!
Anyone want to take bets on how long it takes us to get a call from the principal when the boys start Kindergarten?