I SO miss blogging. Actually, that's not true...I miss the funny things my kids say that I blog. They're so much more mature this year; their little filters are on almost all the time. Heaven forbid they say ANYTHING that might make them look uncool or immature.
I really hate that.
I managed to catch a little something Friday, though. We're learning how to write dates with digits, such as 12-8-08.
Here's how our conversation turned quickly from amazingly knowledgeable to (whoops!) we're still not TOTALLY mature yet:
Me: Okay, so M, when was your original birthday? Like the year you were born, too? Let's write it up here on the board.
M: January 25, 2001. So 1-25-01.
Me: Good! D, how about you?
D: October 21, 2000. 10-21-00.
Me: Good. What will we write for the date of your next birthday?
Me: Yep. That's right. A, what will we write for the date of your next birthday, next year?
A: Um, 4-13-01.
Me: Almost. Next year will be 2009, so what will we put for the year?
A: We'll write 4-13-01.
Me: No, honey; you're having a birthday next year, right? Who else is having a birthday next year?
And here's the kicker: probably only half the class raised their hands.
Dum dum dum...
Me: Only HALF of you are having birthdays next year? Okay, so who's planning on being alive next year?
*all hands go up*
Me: Great! So then you'll all have birthdays, right?