We were at the playground.
Katie: Hey birdie!
Bird flies away.
Katie: Hey! I was just going to talk to you!
I was trying to explain the concept of half to Owen using money (he came home with basic fraction work yesterday). One quarter (25c) is 1/4 of a dollar. He understood. Then this happened.
Me: What is half of 100?
Owen: /thinking/ One million?
Me: No. Don’t guess. Think about it.
Owen: One second?
Me: /This is why I can’t ever homeschool./
Me: Where did you find those toys?
Owen: Downstairs.
Me: Where downstairs?
Owen: In the school opening thing.
Me: The school opening thing? What?
Owen: You know. The school thing that you open and put stuff in.
Me: WHAT?!
Owen: THE SCHOOL OPENING THING!
I think hard about what all is downstairs…and it hits me.
Me: Owen, that’s a desk.
Katie: Can I have a snack?
Me: No.
Katie: Why can’t I have a snack?
Me: You just ate breakfast!
Katie: Why won’t you give me a snack?!
Me: I just told you.
Katie: That makes me sad.
Katie: Can we go in the car?
Me: No, we don’t need to go anywhere.
Katie: That makes me sad.
Katie: ANY QUESTION
Me: ANY ANSWER
Katie: That makes me sad.
Katie: Can I have a snack?
Me: No.
Katie: Can you get up?
Me: Yes.
Katie: So can you get me a snack?
Tom, putting Katie to bed: Katie, is there poop in there?
Katie: Maaaaybe.