Out of the blue the other day Sadie informed me that a girl in her class has hair on her bottom.
"How do you know?"
"I see it when we sit on the carpet at story time."
"Hmm."
"She also stinks."
Don't worry, I made sure that she hasn't pointed either of these things out to the poor girl, (and that she doesn't plan to in the future.)
The kids had a babysitter the other day. We've used the same girl every time (all 3 of them). On the way home she gave me this report:
Sadie: In a valiant bid for soda, evidently Sadie tried to convince her that soda was good for her aching back.
Samuel: He asked how old she is and when she replied that she was 17 he asked her if she had a boyfriend. She told him no, but asked him if he wanted to be her boyfriend. He declined.
Henry: After farting (evidently it was a big one), told her that he farts at school to keep away the girls. Geez!
7 years ago



