As I entered the living room with a load (or three) of laundry in my arms the big one sweetly asked "Mom, will you get me a crayon?". I look over to see him lounging on the sofa, a pillow propping him up and a blanket over his legs. Boy did he look comfy. And yet I had to tell him to get it himself as I was
to lazy busy. Then I hear "Servant boy. Get me my crayons." WHAT?!?!? Could I possibly have heard that right??? So rather than throw myself in the middle, I sit back and wait it out. Then he says "Servant Boy! I told you to get my crayons." At this point I interject that the middle one is in fact NOT his servant boy and he needs to get his own stuff.
I don't know what was worse. The fact that the big one felt it was OK to say this to his brother, or the fact that his brother actually got up from what he was doing and got him his crayons.
I wonder where he learned that one. Oh wait. I've got a pretty darn good idea. Just one of the finer points of kindergarten - all the bizarre things they bring home.
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Oh yes, the Kindergarten corruption runs deep around these parts, too. It's enough to drive me batty. You have to admit though, it was clever (and cute!) :)
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