- Showed up to my first day of writing class without a PEN. I think it flew out of my jacket pocket as I raced across campus to class. I spent the entire writing class praying that I wouldn't need to write anything.
- Showed up for my second writing class proudly clutching my ball point pen. "Everyone will need a #2 pencil," the professor announced as he passed out a stack of scantrons. I had to borrow a pencil from the friendly Polynesian behind me.
- Showed up for my third writing class without any paper. I did, however, remember to bring both a pencil and a pen (in case I might need to write something on my arm).
- Showed up to my fourth writing class without my arms. Just kidding. Well, sort of.
As further proof of the fact that I have given my children my brains, I offer the following anecdote. Last night we read the Book of Mormon with our kids before putting them to bed. Macey, my little brainiac, has gotten to the point where she can read with us instead of being read to. It's nice. Last night she read the last five verses of Mosiah chapter 28 all by herself. After she read the words 'iniquities' and 'abominations' without any help from us, DJ gave me this look like "whose kid is this?"
After the kids were in bed and DJ and I had cracked out the cookies and milk and the real party started, DJ told me that he felt like Forrest Gump when he first meets little Forrest and asks, "Is he...smart, Jennay?" Or something to that effect. I have to agree. My kids are definitely going to be smarter than I am--at least I hope so. I still maintain that there must have been some mix-up in the pre-Earth life and I accidentally got my sister Meegan's children. I won't know for sure if they're Meegan's kids until they're teenagers. If they get really smart and start watching Star Trek and never rebel and maybe drive a Ford Escort, then I'll know for sure.
I'll keep you posted.
P.S. For those of you who are dying to read my mandatory blog entries for school, my school blog is over there in my blog list. It's called Yada Yada Yada. Read at your own risk. Do not operate heavy equipment while reading.