Lexism's at School

Every new school year I dread open house. Will Lex end up in a classroom with a creative teacher who understands his strange little thought process? Will his teacher expect a good little soldier who fits inside the box? Will they try to have him tested for ADHD? Will this teacher have an incomprehensible attachment to Jessica Simpson music from the late 90's? There are certain things I need to know up front, these are just a few. Each year we have been blessed with a great teacher, and this year was no exception. She occasionally reads the blog (read as: I send her the link and leave her no choice but to read it) and today, contributed her own ism's. Below you will find an exact copy of the Email she sent to me with a few notated comments of my own. 

So a couple Lexism's from today and yesterday that I have to share...

I had the kids lined up ready to go to the bathroom and I said "Okay, lets hit the road Jack." Lex goes

 "Hey, I know that song!"

and proceeded to sing it throughout the entire bathroom break. 

He didn't even blink when I chimed in with "What you say!?" He just kept the flow.

*I have never been more proud of any of his accomplishments than I am at this moment. Sing whenever, wherever, all the time. That's my motto. Solid. Gold. 

Today after our math lesson he says, "All this math has made me sweat." 

I've heard kids say my head hurts or my hand is sore. But I can honestly say I have never made a kid sweat or they just didn't tell me about it! 

Just had to share those. I hope you're having a great day and I'll try to not make your son sweat any more today!

*To be fair, math makes me sweat too. It's the worst. THE WORST! 

Ism's on Future Careers, Groundhogs, and Black History Month

February has arrived and it has brought along a heap of ism's from both my children. Yes, I said a heap. With College week kicking off at school my children are dressing each day for their future. Monday was college day but obviously, I don't remember stuff on Mondays so they didn't wear their college gear. I can't be a decent mother on Monday, it's an unrealistic expectation. However, we did plan for Tuesday which happened to be career day. 

Me: What would you like to dress up as for career day tomorrow? I'm not buying anything new so you have to make it work with your closet. 

Lydia: Either a surgeon or a presidential candidate. I thought I'd make my own campaign poster! 

Lex: I can't decide between Harry Potter or a Time Lord.

Me: Lex, those are fictional characters. This is supposed to be what you plan to go to college for. 

Lex: I plan to go to Hogwarts or a TARDIS.

Apparently we need to discuss what is and is not possible in the real world. The word fiction seems to be translating into absolutely real, 100% not pretend. 

Eventually, at the very last minute, he decided to go with something a little more realistic. A professor of geology/Indiana Jones. Progress has been made. 

Lydia baker MD and Professor Baker without his trusty whip because the school has weapon policies. 

Moving right along, Tuesday also happens to be Groundhog day! Last night as we were in a Facetime call with My Grandmother in Kentucky, My Grandma explained to Lex exactly how groundhog day worked. This morning, as we traveled to school, he decided to educate his sister. 

Lex: Pennsatucky Phil is a groundhog who can predict the future. If he pops out and see's a shadow he has to go into hiding to stay safe and the weather will still be cold. 

Lydia: 1. I'm pretty sure everything you just said is absolutely wrong. 2. Why are we trusting rodents with our weather? He can't speak English or go to college. 

I'm sorry, I have nothing clever to add to this hot mess...except this:

Finally, we've begun Black history month at school and as made evident by the above post, Lex doesn't retain the finer details of anything ever. Prepare yourself for loads of inaccurate information. 

Lex: Mom, Why isn't Martin Luther King Jr on the side of that rock with the presidents heads? He was the most important president ever! 

Lydia: What is wrong with you? Martin Luther King was not a president! Mount Rushmore is for presidents. 

Lex: Oh right, he was a  civil rights leader. Where are they carved? 

Lydia: I can't even handle you right now. 

To be fair, MLK could use his own mountain side. 

I believe all this has taught me that poor Lex needs more attention at homework time.