Kids say the cutest things ..
Last Sunday I agreed to help 'ride herd' on a children's b-day party.
"You? With kids? Where's the pod?" I hear you thinking suspiciously. It was in honor of my 'husband,' William who turned 6. (Funny story, he's told people I was his 'wife' for the last few years. Then he starts going to school and someone ruined it by saying kids don't get married. Party poopers!) He's very advanced for his age and he decided that he'd like to have a ceramics painting party. I told his Mum that I'd be glad to lend a hand because 12-15 kids between the ages of 3 to 12 years of age could spell a lot of broken greenware.
The party was a success- nobody broke anything (the kids had a choice of painting a plate or a mug) and it was remarkably well balanced between boys and girls. I got to be silly- helping pick out colors (You want green? Like grass green or booger green? Hee hee) and help with designs (although soccer balls are hexagons, not octagons, bad me- hey! Math is hard!) and after the cake was consumed and juice boxes all around the party came to a close. Parents showed up to pick up the kids that had been dropped off.
The Birfday boy comes to me and says that he wants to stay after everyone leaves and paint more stuff. (The party was held in a local ceramics shop.) I explained that we could come back another day and make matching Batman plates and mugs He asks why we can't come back tomorrow? (Monday, MLK day for you lucky souls that get it off from work.) I said it was a school day, which he doesn't miss a beat in opinting out that it's a holiday. I said I had to work and he says that maybe my boss doesn't know and that EVERBODY should be off on the holiday. Gotta love 'im. :) I told him that puppies and kittehs get hurt and sick every day, even holidays. He askes "Are you a doctor?" and I saidno, that I was like a nurse and helped with everything else. He then says "AND you're an artist too?" (Very cute, and it had never occured to me that he only knew of my 'fun' job, not my mundane one.)
He agrees we could come on a later day, then tell his mum (loudly, and in front of The Hot Dad- there's one in every parents group, I guess.) that he wants to come back with me on A DATE and paint ceramics. She smiles and says 'Did you ask Sherri?' and he says yup, then pats me on the arm and says "Ya, we're going on a date!" Hot Dad's eyes get wide and Mum explaibns "Everyone wants to date Sherri." She and I have a laugh, cuz he doesn't get it and Birfday Boy is happy cuz he gets to paint ceramics again.
I have to tell on myself though- although I managed to wear a shirt that didn't have a skeleton, skull/crossbones, tattoo design or anything else scary (It had a dog and a cat on it that said 'Animal Friendly!') I inadvertently tried to corrupt one of the little girls at cake time. One girl was eating like I do (Open mouth, insert too big a piece of cake using the fingers) and the little girl sitting next to her aid "I never eat with my finger!" As I'm extolling the virtues of eating in said fashion, I look over at Birday Boy's dad and he's giving me a 'no no no, don't say THAT look, tempered with a smile ( He's already had to listen to the 'Sherri said poop' speech from the BB) The little girl, though, knew I was teasing, just the way I had been when I told 'em as soon as they were done rinsing out their paint brushes in the communal water bowl we'd all have 'paint soup.' YUMMY!
What? I can't be good all the time!! :)
"You? With kids? Where's the pod?" I hear you thinking suspiciously. It was in honor of my 'husband,' William who turned 6. (Funny story, he's told people I was his 'wife' for the last few years. Then he starts going to school and someone ruined it by saying kids don't get married. Party poopers!) He's very advanced for his age and he decided that he'd like to have a ceramics painting party. I told his Mum that I'd be glad to lend a hand because 12-15 kids between the ages of 3 to 12 years of age could spell a lot of broken greenware.
The party was a success- nobody broke anything (the kids had a choice of painting a plate or a mug) and it was remarkably well balanced between boys and girls. I got to be silly- helping pick out colors (You want green? Like grass green or booger green? Hee hee) and help with designs (although soccer balls are hexagons, not octagons, bad me- hey! Math is hard!) and after the cake was consumed and juice boxes all around the party came to a close. Parents showed up to pick up the kids that had been dropped off.
The Birfday boy comes to me and says that he wants to stay after everyone leaves and paint more stuff. (The party was held in a local ceramics shop.) I explained that we could come back another day and make matching Batman plates and mugs He asks why we can't come back tomorrow? (Monday, MLK day for you lucky souls that get it off from work.) I said it was a school day, which he doesn't miss a beat in opinting out that it's a holiday. I said I had to work and he says that maybe my boss doesn't know and that EVERBODY should be off on the holiday. Gotta love 'im. :) I told him that puppies and kittehs get hurt and sick every day, even holidays. He askes "Are you a doctor?" and I saidno, that I was like a nurse and helped with everything else. He then says "AND you're an artist too?" (Very cute, and it had never occured to me that he only knew of my 'fun' job, not my mundane one.)
He agrees we could come on a later day, then tell his mum (loudly, and in front of The Hot Dad- there's one in every parents group, I guess.) that he wants to come back with me on A DATE and paint ceramics. She smiles and says 'Did you ask Sherri?' and he says yup, then pats me on the arm and says "Ya, we're going on a date!" Hot Dad's eyes get wide and Mum explaibns "Everyone wants to date Sherri." She and I have a laugh, cuz he doesn't get it and Birfday Boy is happy cuz he gets to paint ceramics again.
I have to tell on myself though- although I managed to wear a shirt that didn't have a skeleton, skull/crossbones, tattoo design or anything else scary (It had a dog and a cat on it that said 'Animal Friendly!') I inadvertently tried to corrupt one of the little girls at cake time. One girl was eating like I do (Open mouth, insert too big a piece of cake using the fingers) and the little girl sitting next to her aid "I never eat with my finger!" As I'm extolling the virtues of eating in said fashion, I look over at Birday Boy's dad and he's giving me a 'no no no, don't say THAT look, tempered with a smile ( He's already had to listen to the 'Sherri said poop' speech from the BB) The little girl, though, knew I was teasing, just the way I had been when I told 'em as soon as they were done rinsing out their paint brushes in the communal water bowl we'd all have 'paint soup.' YUMMY!
What? I can't be good all the time!! :)