Tuesday, September 9, 2008

The things they say......

Runnin' Man

Okay, so Runnin' Man is in a gifted program. He is bussed to another school to do all these extra things and he loves it. The only thing is, I sometimes wonder if he belongs.......

While the kids were outside waiting for the bus this morning, I hear them talking about football, and then how the ball was kicked over the fence at school. Knowing that Runnin' Man takes his football to school everyday to play with it at recess, I jump in there little conversation and ask what happen.

Well apparently, they were playing with the ball and someone kicked it over the fence.

Me: Did you get it back?

Runnin' Man: No, we can't go over the fence.

Me: Well I understand that, of course, but did you ask a teacher to get it.

Runnin' Man, with the silliest look on his face: Awwww, I didn't think of that!

Okay, so this is the mind of a gifted child? I thought they were supposed to think outside the box? Apparently his little mind says that he should just wait until someone throws it back over the fence and it'll be there tomorrow. WOW! My child's a real genius!

Sir Talks-A-Lot

Me: Sir Talks-A-Lot, do you ever stop talking? I mean, really?

Sir Talks-A-Lot, without even the slightest hesitation and in his best "homeboy" voice: Nope! I love talkin'. It's my thing, Yo!

This sends hubs into a hysterical laugh. I didn't find it that darn funny.


AudreyO said...

Hi, I'm Audrey. I found your blog through the Blog Trip Carnival. I'm laughing over here. Sometimes our kids say things that just leave us speechless. Wonder if you'll get the football back.

~Sheila~ said...

You know, My Dom is super smart too, just, sometimes I think the common sense aspect of things escape him. That is what doesn't come naturally.
Thank you for commenting on his blog. I think that encouragement from someone other than his own mother carries a lot more weight.
Much appreciated.

The Teenage Years said...

Thanks for stopping by.
Yes I'll keep my grades up.

Moe Wanchuk said...

We kicked or hit the ball over the fence 5,000 times as kids, except we could hop the fence....at our own risk. "Fang" the rottweiler did Not like us jumping the fence.