Whiz Kid

I promise that I won't do any more posts about my new house. Until the next one. Which may or may not be soon. Except that it probably will be soon because that's ALL I've been doing. I might even take a picture of my new refrigerator when it comes tomorrow! And of the DVR player. Or me reading the DVR Operator's Manual. Let's hope it comes in the "Dummies" version. Yeah, I'm gonna need that.

Dang. See how easily I got sidetracked from even writing a coherent blog? I blame my full belly. I ran 5 miles and then consumed my body weight in Julio's chips. That special little seasoning is something I can't resist. So to speak.

Since I'm not going to write about mi nuevo casa, I'll talk about the only other thing I do: los ninos! For you white folk out there, that means 'the children.' Specifically, the children I teach. I've had a GREAT couple of weeks. Today was really sweet with a little boy who only wanted to hold my hand and nuzzle against my hip. Because that's where his head hits people. He's really bright, possibly smarter than I'll ever be, and he has such a fun and quirky personality. And now he's taken to me. It only took seven months.

That sweet little boy was the reminder that I needed that children are not the spawn of the devil. Because sometimes I think they are deliberately trying to piss me off. But I was in a superb mood today and no one could make me angry. Not even the little boy that TALKS WITH A SHRILL AND YELLING VOICE ALL THE TIME. "HEY MISS ROSE CAN I SHARPEN MY PENCIL? HEY...NOW? NOW? CAN I?" Dude.

So, he didn't tick me off...but you know who did? The little boy that took a whiz on the playground. Y'all. I look over and see his back to me, the playground, the children, and his hands are suspiciously low and his back arched in just that certain way. I didn't want to yell or blow the whistle as to call attention to him, but all I wanted to say was, "LITTLE BOY YOU PUT THAT THING AWAY RIGHT NOW!!!"

Oh my heavens. On the playground, y'all. Taking a whiz.

It was over pretty quickly and I just sternly got in his face and told him that "the playground is NO PLACE FOR GOING PEE. You go into the toilet so you can flush and wash your hands."

To his credit, this little boy has two daddies...TWO DADDIES...who have no clue how to raise their son, and I know this because they ask me how to parent all the time. These two daddies apparently didn't tell their son not to whiz on the playground at school with 39 other children within 5 feet.