Mr. T’s poking DynaGirl with a piece of foam board.
DynaGirl: Stop it.
He doesn’t stop.
Me: Leave your sister alone.
He doesn’t.
BigHugs, putting up her hand: Stop! That’s bullying!
He laughs and stops.
DynaGirl: Did you know there are seven types of bullying? Ticking them off on her fingers: physical, verbal, fancy word, more fancy words, and another really big fancy word that I don’t remember.
Me: But that’s only five.
DynaGirl: No, for the fourth one I said “fancy wordsss“.
Obviously my powers of observation are not as finely honed as hers.
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Later in the conversation.
DynaGirl: Mr. J used another really fancy word that means not making any sense. I think it started with an F. I made a mental note, so I could flatter you with my fancy vocabulary, but then I forgot.
Me: Flatter? You mean impress? Flatter is like when you give someone compliments.
DynaGirl: Oh.
She really is very bright.
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All on a Saturday morning.
Me: Did you shower this morning?
Mr. T: No.
Me: Why do you think it’s OK to take the weekend off from hygiene?
Mr. T: Not the whole weekend, just Saturdays.
DynaGirl: Like I take Saturdays off from brushing my teeth?
Me: You don’t brush your teeth on Saturdays??
DynaGirl: Just Saturday morning. I brush them Saturday night!
Mr. T: If we’re just staying at home, there’s no point to hygiene.
Make a mental note: Spend Saturdays away from home.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
They make some sort of sense…
I’m just glad to hear that they’re learning so much in their assemblies about bullying. Obviously it’s very effective.
Maybe she wanted to make like she was flattering you, hoping you wouldn’t know that she was telling you that you didn’t make any sense.