Tuesday, September 30, 2014

What it's like having your daughter in your class (or in Brenley's case, having your mother as your teacher)

What it's like having your daughter in your class:

1) Friday: after being pissed at me & not talking to me all morning, she comes up to me at lunch & says, "I'm speaking to you right now as my teacher, not my mother..."

2) Today in math class: me: "Pretend this hundreds chart was continued beyond that bottom row, what do you think the next number in the pattern would be?" 
Brenley... hand waving like a mad woman, "Um, well, first of all, it wouldn't just be a hundred chart anymore, it would be a 'MORE than hundred chart' AND the next number in the pattern would be 102"
me: "For the record, I liked it better when you were in grade primary & didn't speak in class from September til after March Break... but yes, you're right"

3)Today on the drive home: "Um, hello?!?! You really pissed me off in class today. I had my hand up for the right answer every time & you didn't ask me once... HMPH"

Friday, September 19, 2014

In her own words...

As we're leaving the rink, Brenley lets about four man farts go....

Laughing to kill herself, she comments...

"I'm not what you would call fancy, I guess!"

LOL