Carp. Yeah, like the fish.

One of my little guys is wearing my favorite shirt of his today.  It's from some kind of restaurant in Florida or something with lots of seafood and the back says

"What a bunch of carp."

A Cool Breeze.

Ah, my darling Wheels.

She is currently crafting a fantabulous poem called "Wind" that goes like this:

The wind
Reminds me of
A fan
A cool fan
And a strong breeze.

We were conferring about exact language so she chose to use the words "strong breeze" in her poem.  Apparently it stuck because a little while later I said, "You all need jackets to go outside today" to which Wheels replied, "Look, Mrs. Overman, see my jacket?  Now I'm totally ready for a strong breeze!"

She's so poetic.

The Scariest Thing You've Ever Lived Through.

My question for our community circle yesterday was "What is the scariest thing you've lived through?"

I got the following answers:


"I was in a car wreck."
"When I broke my leg."
"When my grandma died of cancer."
"When I was sick."

and...
"Well...I'd have to say that I'm the only girl with three brothers and that is very scary."

Spelling Test and a Movie.

One of my little girls came up to me and said this:

"Oh, Mrs. Overman, I'm so worried about my spelling test!  If I miss more than one my mom said I won't be seeing that new movie for seven years!  That means I won't get to see it until I'm fifteen!"

Then I heard her telling her spelling test partner who was helping her study:

"Listen, I have to really practice hard right now because seven years is a long time and I need to see that movie!  I'll be old by then!"

Science Fair.

We recently concluded our science fair and one of my girls was quite distressed that her mother just didn't seem to have time to help with her science project and therefore she didn't get to do one.  She, however, bounced back with her plan for next year:

"Mrs. Overman, you know what I'm going to do my science project about next year?  Bunnies.  I'm going to see how fat they can get in a day."

Girlfriends.

Don't get me started on girlfriends in second grade because I just won't have it.

Anyway, we are doing strategies for "attacking" nonfiction...we made our plan for "attacking" the origami directions...the kids had to follow directions independently for making origami (whew...)...and hey, presto!...they did it!

Okay, I would be lying to say they all did it.

Most of them got it.

Then there were the few (aren't there always a few?) who were like, "But I don't know how! What do I do now?!?!"

To which my reply was, "What are you going to do someday when you can't figure out how to put your new TV stand together?  I won't be around to help you then.  What do you think would help you figure this out?"

To which he smartly replied, "Well, by then I'll have a girlfriend and she can help me."

Fine, you win.

Being an Astronaut.

I love spying on my kids' conversations.


T: You know, when I grow up, I'm gonna be one of those guys that flies into space. I'm gonna go to Jupiter.

J: No, T! You can't go there! Don't you remember? Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupid-er!

T: Oh, you're right...I guess I'll just have to go to Mars then.