I may have mentioned this before, but at Soph's school, the kids have made up their own swear word. It's apparently the meanest thing you can call someone at Dayspring Montessouri. Hold on to your hats folks--the word is... PeePee Nony. (rhymes with--um--"see see pony") Imagine some kid running up to you to tattle, "Angelica called me a PeePee Nony!"
Flash back to about 3 weeks ago. We invited my bro and his wife to come hang out at the Jorgensen family cabin for the afternoon. Soph mentioned to Jon that Rennin--one of her nemesees at school, had called her the dreaded PeePee Nony. After laughing his ass off for a while, Jon--in perfect uncle form--suggested to Sophie that when Rennin calls her a PeePee Nony, she should say to him, "Oh yea? Well you have a nice pair of bosoms." Ah, uncles.
Flash forward to this morning at breakfast. Janzen called Sophie some ridiculous name. Sophie responded, "Oh yea? Well you have a packet of bosoms."
The previous, along with her new dance, The Rattlesnake, (Hands over her head, palms touching, wiggling her butt and arms, and making a rolled "r" kind of sound) is contributing to my feeling a bit better about motherhood today. Of course, it's only 9:19, so who knows what the day holds?
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Sunday morning snuggles
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Wondering what her teachers must think