The Pink Panther and Castanets: a seminar

School starts at 9:00 at our house.

But, really, when your home is your school--your kids wake up at school.

And to your great disappointment, they may NOT be as interested in your carefully planned out, well rounded curriculum, as they are in, say, playing the castanets and watching Pink Panther.

(Yes. I actually photoshopped that.

If only you knew how close this was to the reality of my life.)

I'm just saying, SOME kids might be like that.

And some moms *might* need a Frosty to get through the day. Maybe.

And while I was out getting a Frosty, it came to my attention today that we *may* need another little session in manners and, specifically, where it is appropriate to pee and where it is NOT appropriate to pee. I had this realization as Thing 2 was wailing about how badly he needed to pee, precisely three minutes after we got in the car and four minutes after I asked him if he needed to go before we left, and Thing 1 was listing off places he could go. None of which was an actual bathroom.

I swear I thought we covered this.

Maybe they couldn't hear over the castanets.

Obligatory blog post.

I was in Utah last week for my younger brother's wedding.

It was lovely. Both the wedding, and the trip.

For the record, it also happened to involve more motorcycles than I am comfortable with.

Anyway.

My younger brother berated me for not blogging more. Apparently he's more bored at work than I'd like to think about. So, just for him.

Tonight, my son was sitting at the table, writing in his journal. Suddenly, he looked at me and said "Mama, Caleb is my fake name."

"Oh, yes? And what is your real name?"

"Satellite."

"Satellite?? Where did you get that name? From planet earth, or a different planet?"

"Planet earth. From China."

That's it. I am now supposed to call him Satellite, which is fine, but how am I supposed to do that without singing it, a la the Dave Matthews song???