Sunday, January 24, 2010

Ice cream, Lieutenant Dan!

I have given a quarter of my brain to each of my children. (You're welcome, kids!) If I have learned anything from my first two weeks of college, it's that I don't have no brains left. I know that you want to hear all about it, so here it is in handy, bulleted-list form:
  • 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, 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.


Jewels said...

I was in tears from laughing so hard about the Forrest Gump quote... I feel the same way with our kids being smarter then me. I just love how Brooke is in all Honor classes and gets straight A's and is practically the perfect child. I was totally the opposite in High School. However, I wouldn't want it any other way. Isn't that every parents hope, that their kids are smarter???

Meegan Alfred said...

HAAAAA!!!! I was just telling Jon the other day how unfair I used to think it was that Mom and Dad always had more fun after we went to bed (as witnessed by the empty cookie packages on the table). Now I have kids, and I realize it was probably the only reason they let us live...the promise of free time after we went in bed.

And for Macey...yeah, I don't think even my kids are likely to have her freakish reading skilz.


Jenn said...

Iniquities and Abominations!! Dang that's good! So I take you can't spell out a word that you want to hide from her in a conversation anymore. Yeah we can't do that anymore either...bummer!

Cathy's Blog said...

I haven't laughed this hard in a long time!! Thanks Elise!! Hey I didn't know you went back to school!! Just taking a writing class or more?