Sibling Rivalry

S has reached the ultimate in sibling torture -- and he is only 4. Today he took E's blanket -- yes, THE blanket -- and hid it. When bedtime came, E was desperately searching and S was already asleep. She found her glasses that he hid, but no blanket. I finally found it on the floor of his closet with the doors closed. He never closes his closet doors. Hm. Luckily, E found it as funny as we did, so we avoided any tears. Guess he knows which one of her buttons to push!! I am quite impressed that he did this so quietly and nonchalantly. Who knows how long it was in there!? Maybe he knows what I did with the pictures from the sofa table that I temporarily replaced with Christmas stuff.

Your E story for the week....

Last night at my volleyball game, E's teacher came in smiling and said she had something to tell me. Naturally, I just wanted to go ahead and crawl under the bleachers. Apparently, some of the kids in the class are having trouble with their multiplication facts, so they have been coming up with creative ways to remember them. E started 'Kung Fu' math (something about a karate chop with each number and crossing her arms over her chest when they say 'times'). Don't ask, I have no clue how that helps. Anyway, they were trying to come up with different rhymes and movements yesterday, and E had an idea.

Don't even try to guess. You will never come up with this one.

She said "Why don't we make grunting noises like a woman does when she is having a baby'. First of all, how on earth does she know what a woman sounds like when she is having a baby, and, second, how could that possibly help you remember math facts!? Maybe it's that 'multiplication' thing. Her teacher was laughing so hard last night she could hardly tell me the story! So were the rest of the people on the bleachers around us. Great. Now I can't go to preschool or volleyball.