Quiet as an Elephant -- A Really *Dorky* Elephant . . .
Posted by bibliomom Tue, 09 Sep 2008 18:18:00 GMT
This last Sunday, after many trials and tribulations, we finally made it to Church. Yes, the boy’s hair and shirt were dripping water, but since he was actually wearing pants at this point, I had decided to call it good.
“Okay,” I said, “you know you’re starting your new class today.”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Good. Your new class is held at the small classroom at the front of the auditorium. Now, since there’s a class being held in the auditorium, you need to be quiet. Do you understand.”
“Yes – I should be like this,” he said, while tiptoeing in an exaggerated manner.
“No! I didn’t say dorky, I said quiet. Do You Understand?”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Okay.”
I sent him on his merry way and went to my own class, not really giving it a second thought until a friend stopped me in the hall afterwards.
“You must have been late this morning and told Monkey to be quiet,” she said, looking deeply amused.
“Yes …”
“Ah,” she said, “I thought so.”
She paused for another second before continuing.
“He pretty much tiptoed down the center of the auditorium - past the class, past the podium and all the way to his classroom - with his finger held up to his lips.”
I closed my eyes in horror as the scene unfolded in my brain.
“Oh, don’t worry,” she added, “we just stopped class and watched till he was done.”
Yes. Because that makes it *so* much better.
I told this story to my Big Girl. Whithout saying who the story was about. At the end she says, laughingly, “That sounds just like something (insert Monkey boy’s name) would do!” Oh my, well aren’t they the little old couple after all!
Isn’t is though? Acts of wanton destruction: Bug. Acts of wanton dorkiness: Monkey. All the way.