E you, too!

You may have gathered from Peter that he started school this week. Unless you are lucky enough to be me, what you didn't gather was that Peter also needed a new desk, a new chair, a new backpack, new notebooks, pens, rulers, et cete-f-ra. You might wonder what the 'f' is for, but you shouldn't. Just assume it has something to do with the Financial costs of schooling your first born. Acts II and III coming soon to a wallet near me.

Peter tends to take things too seriously sometimes. Angie does too, but I tend to file this under 'naggin'. I guess Peter can just be lucky he's not a chick.

Peter's first homework assignment was to cut out beginning word 'sounds' and match them to various pictures. Peter did an excellent job of cutting and matching until he got to this lovely gem.

'Eu' were the cut-out letters, but the picture clearly depicted money. At this point, Peter freaked out like an Egyptian.

'Oh-no-oh-no-oh-no....I have 'money' left, but the letters are 'EU' - that means everything else is WRONG! I didn't do anything right! Aaaaaagggghhh!!!!'

Whoa. Calm down, psycho. EU stands for Euro, which is money. Money begins with 'M'. You're fine - chill out!

Peter smiled and Mama mentioned something about me not calling our children psychos for showing an interest in their homework, but I didn't hear much beyond blah.

Time for a pick-me-upper

Don't get me wrong - I love Opa. He, along with Grams, has been super-mega helpful with watching all three boys while Angie and I play work. It's just, well... it was Peter's first full day of school and, well, you know... he was kinda nervous anyway, so I just thought that....well, HE WOULD BE PICKED UP FROM HIS FIRST FREAKING DAY OF SCHOOL! Hello.

At least Peter took abandonment in stride. Kinda. He waited around at the playground for a while, trying to play it cool for the 'bigguns' that were beginning to wonder why the new fish was still hangin' out.

After about an hour, he reluctantly started walking home. Along the way, he ran into Myriam, our neighbor from across the street.

'Hey, Peter - what are you doing all by yourself?'

'Have you seen my Opa?'

'Yeah, he's down at the playground trying to get Tom to go to sleep.'

'Is he mad ?'

'I don't think so, why would he be mad?'

There was no logical reason why Opa would be mad, but Peter is Angie's son and Angie is Opa's daughter, so we can't skip over the whole lack of logic thing too lightly. See, Peter was worried that HE had gotten things wrong and thought that maybe HE was supposed to walk home instead of being picked up.

In Opa's defense, he quickly apologized and reassured Peter that it was his 'faux Opa' and not Peter's. He then unsuccessfully tried to convince Peter not to mention any of this to me out of some irrational fear that I might blog it.

Tub dumplings

Not much to say here. Tommy was getting a bath when David's brain commanded him to stop eating in mid-bite, walk to the bathroom and spit his half-eaten meatball across the room and into the tub. Tommy laughed, which made David giggle, which worried Mama, which made her come running to see the floating aftermath of David's tub dumpling, which made her scream, which made me come to see the fuss that soon after made me crack up, which made Mama whip out her 'evil stare' on me. What?! It was David!