I went and visited another Mother's Day Out program today. Of course, this one also doesn't have openings until the fall but it was my favorite so far. I asked the director point blank if they taught the children Christian social issues. She stared at me funny and asked what do you mean?
I clarified and asked if they taught the kids about anti-gay marriage, anti-abortion, heaven versus hell, and other hot button topics. She said, you know, that is a VERY good question! I was scared because I was expecting her to say, of course! We need to build an army for the future!!! But luckily she replied, of course not. That needs to be discussed in the home and it is not our responsibility to plant those types of seeds in young minds. I was relieved and for some reason she started getting much more friendly with me and less "I'm your tour guide today". Score.
I met our new neighbor today. She lives across the street and they moved in this weekend. Being a friendly Texan again, I knocked on her door. She stared out the window looking me up and down for a good while and then slowly opened the door a crack and said, Yessss?!?
I said, Hi, I'm you new neighbor I live across the street.
She replied, uh huh?
I said, well I just wanted to introduce myself.
She opened the door a little more and said, ok, um, hi.
I said, I'm sure you're busy, just wanted to let you know if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask.
She said, uh, ok.
I tried to be funny and said, but I don't know if I can help you much, we just moved in 3 weeks ago ourselves.
She asked, where from? I said, Miami.
She said, Oh, we just moved here from Florida too.
I said, GREAT! Well, welcome if you need anyth.....
DOOR SHUT.
Yep, she was definitely a Floridian.
I snapped a woman's head off at the park. My son was climbing a very very very very freaking tall slide and I was trying not to panic. He's not the most agile fellow. Meanwhile, my daughter was banging on the bottom of the slide, rallying her brother to come on down. There was another girl at the top of the slide about to head down so some lady yelled, Hold on honey, this little boy needs to move out of your way. I snapped, SHE's a girl. And then grabbed my daughter out of the way. The lady said, OH, I'm sorry, she just doesn't have much hair and I thought she was a boy. I said, no, she's not. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, she was wearing a shirt with a huge red flower on it, PINK pants and PINK shoes. (ignore the mismatch, it was like the 4th clothing change of the day) I don't know why it irks me so but everyone calls her a boy. At the super market, What cute boys! Uh hem, the one in HOT PURPLE with a cupcake on her shirt is my DAUGHTER.
ok...that about does it for my energy.
Everyone thought I was a boy too because i had no hair. Seriously, Lily has more hair now that i did at 3. So my mom did the proper mexican thing and pierced my ears at the ripe age of 8months old. Then, people thought i was the pierced eared son of a hippie dressed in pink.
ReplyDeleteI asked our christian school similar questions, because I didn't want my daughter thinking that everyone who didn't fit "the formula" was going to hell, and I also didn't want someone ruining Santa for her!! OR the Easter Bunny!! Sometimes the best of intentions can just to to far!
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