Today I hung up a "growth chart" for my Kindergarteners. I am going to measure & mark their heights now and then at the end of the school year. The growth chart consisted of 3 posters. I stapled each poster up on the wall, one above the other until they were attached and on the wall evenly. Then I noticed that it said I was 5 foot 6 inches. That most definitely is not my height. I'm a mere 5'3". I re-checked the posters, smoothing them over with my hands. Stepping back for a better look, the posters still seemed even. Then, stepping closer I begin to count the inch numbers-1, 2, 3,....55, 56, 57... Hmmm.
By this time, I have literally been trying to figure out what was wrong with this growth chart for 5 MINUTES! No joke. Then I had this realization.....
I was wearing heals.
Ha. This is my life.
This greatness was also overheard today: The kids were riding bikes and playing "restaurant". One child would sit inside the playhouse window and "serve" the "cars" (bikes) that were coming by. "Can I have a cheeseburger?" "Can I have a soda?" etc. You know, typical drive-through requests. Finally, a boy comes by and asks "Where is your restroom?" Haha. I couldn't stop laughing. Kids are so great.
Sounds like something I would do. I blame those moments on the brain cell loss that occurs when we birth so many children.
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