Thursday, January 13, 2005
When I took Max to school, he was 3....
And when I picked him up he was 13.
Last week as Max and I pulled away from the carpool line, I started with my usual round of motherly questions. Because Max is no longer staying for lunch and "nap", I'm particularly interested in knowing how his experience of school may be different this semester. Boy, was I in for a surprise.
What did you do at school today that was fun, Max?
Nothing.
Nothing? Well, who did you play with?
No one.
Really? But you have so many wonderful friends.
[Concerned with this unusual report, I turned around to study Max's face. He was grinning.]
Which of your teachers did you enjoy?
No teachers.
No teachers? Well, who watched you while you were at school?
No one.
Max, I don't believe you. What did you do on the playground?
Nothing.
What kind of art did you make?
No art.
Which tricylce did you ride?
The fastest one.
[Ah-ha! A chink in his stoic armor! That must have been some tricycle ride!]
What puzzles did you play with?
No puzzles.
What kind of dress-up clothes did you use?
No dress-up clothes.
What books did you read?
No books.
What did you learn at chapel?
Nothing.
What songs did you sing?
No songs.
What did you do in the M&M (music and motor) room?
Nothing.
Hmmm. That's interesting, Max.
Mommy, now you're supposed to say, "I don't believe me."
Evidently, Max doesn't believe himself either.
Last week as Max and I pulled away from the carpool line, I started with my usual round of motherly questions. Because Max is no longer staying for lunch and "nap", I'm particularly interested in knowing how his experience of school may be different this semester. Boy, was I in for a surprise.
What did you do at school today that was fun, Max?
Nothing.
Nothing? Well, who did you play with?
No one.
Really? But you have so many wonderful friends.
[Concerned with this unusual report, I turned around to study Max's face. He was grinning.]
Which of your teachers did you enjoy?
No teachers.
No teachers? Well, who watched you while you were at school?
No one.
Max, I don't believe you. What did you do on the playground?
Nothing.
What kind of art did you make?
No art.
Which tricylce did you ride?
The fastest one.
[Ah-ha! A chink in his stoic armor! That must have been some tricycle ride!]
What puzzles did you play with?
No puzzles.
What kind of dress-up clothes did you use?
No dress-up clothes.
What books did you read?
No books.
What did you learn at chapel?
Nothing.
What songs did you sing?
No songs.
What did you do in the M&M (music and motor) room?
Nothing.
Hmmm. That's interesting, Max.
Mommy, now you're supposed to say, "I don't believe me."
Evidently, Max doesn't believe himself either.
2 Comments:
It's important to growing boys that people tell them when they aren't believed. Otherwise, they might grow up to say all kinds of ridiculous things and suspect that no one is noticing. This causes them to tell bigger and bigger fibs, just trying to find the one that gets people to say "No! I don't believe you!"
This can become quite a problem. Just look what happened to that poor Bush boy. ;-)
So perhaps this is a variant on backwards; all sorts of things happened, but he said otherwise. I wonder what Max at 13 will really look like...
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