tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post2961088843220305124..comments2024-03-29T08:16:54.069-05:00Comments on Mom's Scribbles: When You Are SixVickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-33071760447612327752014-05-21T23:00:02.827-05:002014-05-21T23:00:02.827-05:00David...I'm guessing that the other kid's ...David...I'm guessing that the other kid's parents were pretty happy that Jacob's parents are honest!!<br /><br />Son, I have a sneaking suspicion that your kids are gonna keep me in material for my blog.....for years to come!<br /><br />Love, MomVickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-67786305821944866522014-05-21T21:50:04.824-05:002014-05-21T21:50:04.824-05:00There is never a dull moment in our house.
DavidThere is never a dull moment in our house.<br />DavidAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-39673830827957505462014-05-21T21:48:26.021-05:002014-05-21T21:48:26.021-05:00And then there was yesterday...
Jacob came home fr...And then there was yesterday...<br />Jacob came home from kindergarten with $100 in his pocket. Much to our amazement, a friend in his class gave it to him. He gave Jacob $100, another friend $10 and a girl in class $1. Jacob said his friend gave him the most because he is his best friend.<br />Staci had to walk Jacob back to school and talk with his teacher, and of course, give the money back. It sounds like this friend found his parents stash of money on the night stand and thought he would share it with his kindergarten friends.<br />The lesson of the day was we don't accept money from friends in kindergarten. <br />David.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-65540279017677743672014-05-21T17:21:51.755-05:002014-05-21T17:21:51.755-05:00Harry...Yeah, the poor kid has lots to go through ...Harry...Yeah, the poor kid has lots to go through before he grows up. Lucky for him, though, he has really good parents. Personally, I think I would rather deal with this aging stuff than to go through childhood again!Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-249531533489872442014-05-21T17:02:31.069-05:002014-05-21T17:02:31.069-05:00Parenthood. Wait til the little guy comes home and...Parenthood. Wait til the little guy comes home and somebody is picking on him. Then it gets complicated.Harry Flashmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05071021900005041592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-71969794187167479122014-05-21T00:33:15.458-05:002014-05-21T00:33:15.458-05:00That is so funny! Kids that age will take everyth...That is so funny! Kids that age will take everything absolutely literally. But he minded his grandma and did as he was told, didn't he!!Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-43673813754295563062014-05-21T00:11:07.796-05:002014-05-21T00:11:07.796-05:00When our oldest boy (40 something now) was about 3...When our oldest boy (40 something now) was about 3 years old we were all camping out at a big public lake. He started to pee on a tree like he did at home. His grandma td him to go around the tree. He looked at her kinda funny, walked all the wayaround the tree, to the same place he started and finished his job!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-68697105163138137912014-05-20T23:34:45.935-05:002014-05-20T23:34:45.935-05:00Gorges...Yeah, kids will be kids. If that's t...Gorges...Yeah, kids will be kids. If that's the worst thing he ever does, we will be lucky!Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-15404245820315021982014-05-20T23:19:50.178-05:002014-05-20T23:19:50.178-05:00Being a country kid, I made that mistake once when...Being a country kid, I made that mistake once when I was little. I found a private place, but a nosy girl figured out what I was doing and ran and told her dad. It was after dark anyway and her dad and mine both had a good laugh about it. Dad told me the rules were a little different in town, unless you happened to be in France.Gorges Smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777621500611603786noreply@blogger.com