Chancee's chatterings, again

Chance, being in Kindergarten now, loves to make cards. Typical of a kid who is finally learning to write. This is his Christmas card to me this year. As he sat at the table he, of course, had to make sure that his spelling was all correct. But not only that, he decided to add a little punctuation.

He started with the typical, "Dear Mom, then he sat there for a minute and says, I think I want to put an exclamation point at the end of that because I don't want it to just say Dear mom, but I want it to sound exciting. so he proceeds to put an exclamation point after his opening. "There," he say's and reads it again with as much exclamative excitement as he can muster. "DEAR MOM!!" he then adds "I Love you" "hmm" he says I think this one needs an exclamation point, too. It's so easy to write one, it's just an upside down i" He finishes his card and again reads it out loud getting every bit of exclamation out of his upside down i's as possible.

I think this is my favorite Christmas card this year.

Chancee's Chatterings

So, The washer repair man came over while I was in the middle of fixing dinner to put the new part in my washer. It came in some of that nifty bubble wrap and he generously gave the bubble wrap to Oaklee, much to her delight. She found great joy in tormenting Chance with the fact that she could control the bubble wrap and pop whatever she wanted while Chance stood there Green with envy. It got to the point that Chance couldn't take it any more and began demanding, in a high pitched extremely loud voice that he be allowed to pop at least one bubble. OH NO!! Oaklee was delighting in her control of the bubble wrap and continued to smugly pop away as Chance continued to use every tone of voice to convince anyone who would listen that he deserved to pop a bubble. I finally intervened.

"Chance", says I " Those bubbles are highly over rated, run get me the scissors and I'll make you something. "

See, I had spied two paper plates sitting on the table and my childhood returned to me with a flash of ingenious awe.

Chance ran and got the scissors and then with his newly learned safety skills from Kindergarten pointed the scissors in the right direction as he carefully WALKED back to me with them.

"Mom," says Chance as he hands me the scissors, " the circle on these scissors is kind of like a fulcrum and the other parts are like two levers."

"Oh really," I say, and then in all seriousness ask, What's a fulcrum?"

"I'll show you." Says Chance as he picks up an apple and an orange out of the basket on the table

"See, the apple is the fulcrum," he says as he places it on the table, "and the banana is a lever." he places the banana over the apple so that it looks like a very fruity see saw or teeter totter.

All I could think of to say was...

" Chance, What Grade are you in?"

I quickly cut 8 slits in the edges around the paper plate folded the flaps I'd made in alternating directions and threw the now flying saucer looking thing and it flew beautifully to the floor where Chance ran to it with an exclamation of

"WOW that's awesome, Mom" proving that he is, indeed, only 6 years old and in kindergarten.