Category Archives: DS2

The boy has a point


DS2 and DS3 have pushed the air hockey and foosball tables together and covered them with all manner of blankets to make a fort.  Where they hope to sleep tonight (on the floor… yes, that should go well) and where they begged me to let them do their homework last night.

Anyhoo… they just got home and it was straight to the fort.  Last night I heard them talking about it as a ninja something… I couldn’t remember.  So I ask DS3, who was standing nearby, “it’s your ninja-what?”.  “Ninja Hideout” he says with a conspiratorial grin.

DS2’s voice comes from ‘the hideout’ “Well, it’s not much of a hideout if you tell everyone.”  Right.  Because without him telling me I never would’ve noticed the blanket covered structure that is about 4 ft x 6 ft in the middle of a 10 x 13 room.


When the queen of justification has a child


that child will say things like this:

I’m full but not for candy.  Because that’s a different system.

QoJ (that would be me): Uh, no.  It doesn’t work like that.  You only have one tummy.  Either it’s full, or it isn’t.

DS2: (this next bit is said with quite the exaggerated facial expressions.  Intended to add a convincing touch to the dialogue, no doubt.  Mostly, they just made it funnier) Yes, it does.  See, there’s different systems.  There’s a water system, and a food system and then there’s a candy system.

Of course, this is also the child that will always make sure to differentiate between being worn out tired and sleepy tired.  They are definitely not the same thing, in his book.  And for the record, he’s never “sleepy tired”.  Only “worn-out tired”.

Sometimes homework is hilarious


The second graders get a weekly homework packet for reading / phonics / spelling.  Sometimes, like this week, it includes a poem that they are supposed to read each night.  The poem will include their spelling and vocabulary words to give them practice.

Well, tonight DS2 was just DYING to read me this week’s poem.  The anticipation was twinkling all over his brown eyes.  When he mentioned it, DS3, who was engaged in math and the complexity of turning equations into 10+ equations at the time, wanted to get in on the act of sharing this poem with me also.

DS2 calls me over with “OK, here’s the part I want to read to you” and proceeds with

They do disgraceful things on rugs,
And track mud on the floor
And flop upon your bed at night
And snore their doggy snore.

That blue part?  Hilarious when you’re a 7 y.o. boy who happens to have a beagle who snores almost as prodigiously as Daddy. He nearly couldn’t make it through that last night and by the end of it was rolling on the couch giggling.  DS3, still with the math at the table also burst out in laughter.

But that’s is not all, oh no, that is not all.  He says “wait, wait.  I want to read you the next one – you’ll like this one”. (I liked the last one too – well, mostly, I get a gigantic kick out of watching them giggle like it’s the funniest thing they ever heard).

So, he proceeds but he’s covering the lines past where he’s reading.  Creating a suspense effect and adding a little conspiratorial tone for effect.

Mother doesn’t want a dog.
She’s making a mistake.
(steals a glance at me with mischief all over his face)
Because, more than a dog, I think
(long pause and then he removes his hand from the last line and reads)
She will not want this snake!

More fits of laughter from both boys and DS2 looks at me as if he just put one over on me – as though he actually had brought home a pet snake.

Second grade homework is not always torturous. I’ll refer back to this on nights when I’m tearing out my hair over math concepts that aren’t sinking in or weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth over writing assignments and the accompanying whine “but I don’t know what to write” etc.

et tu, Jiggy?


By way of background, I’m having an ongoing aging crisis.  DH is 7 years older than me yet he loves to torment me with little aging cracks.  Which is, of course, wrong but since he doesn’t care about getting older and is all good with it, I don’t really have any recourse.

So, anyway… I’m used to this sort of thing from him.  But this afternoon, I’m helping DS2 with his homework.  He’s reading and I’m pointing to the words.  He stops right in the middle of the sentence, looks at my hand and doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.  Then he switches his pencil to the other hand so he can reach over and poke at the veins that stick out of the back of my hand.  OK, weird but whatever.  THEN he says “oh my gosh, you really are getting old”.

I may or may not have resisted the urge to just pop him one.  :-S

For the record, I am pretty sure that the back of my hands have always looked more or less as they do now.  At least in terms of the veins that pop out.  Even way back when, when this little smart-mouthed pipsqueak wasn’t even on the agenda.

I might have a talk with DH about his role-modeling.

Fun with phonics


DS2’s homework for the week is practicing blends.  So we’re working on them laying on my bed so as to avoid distraction for him or being distracting to the big son working at the table.  (This is necessary as DS1 would much, much rather be the teacher helping his brothers with their homework than do his own.)

For each blend, he looks at it, sounds it out, gives me a word that uses it and then I give him some hints to come up with some more words that use it.   In each case, he gets the word I’m going for.

We get to “sw”.  He sounds it out then says “sw, sw, swirl”.

ME: “what do you do with a broom?”

DS2: “sweep”

Me: “and if you add sugar to something it makes it … ”

He gives me the eye-twinkling cheesy grin and yells out “TASTY!” and bursts out laughing.

What is that you’re wearing?


The other day I came home from an overnight stay by the beach.  I was sitting on the couch when DS2 come over and gets onto my lap to snuggle.

DS2 “where are you going?”

“I’m not going anywhere.  I just got home.”

DS2: “Oh. Well you smell like you are going out”

Me laughs.  DH laughs and says “what does going out smell like?”

DS2: “lipstick”

So, I may not get the lipstick on often but apparently, when I do I manage perfume as well as the boy is a bit confused there, I’m thinking.