I went to pick up David today. Yuki, one of his friends, promptly informed me that David was in the 'nap room'. The nap room is normally reserved for the younger kids, so I was a tad bit curious as to why David would be sleeping there. When I asked Yuki, his only response was that David had made 'trouble'.
I went downstairs and asked one of the teachers where David was.
'He's sleeping.'
'Please wake him up.'
Sleepy Dave came out looking guiltier than our cat with a mouthful of toilet paper.
'David, what did you do?'
'Nothing.'
Okay, well - glad that was settled. What a load off of my mind. I can be quite cynical sometimes, though, so I thought that David and I would pop by his teacher's room to clear the air and say goodbye.
'Five times! I told him FIVE times to stop, but did he listen?'
The busted look on David's face answered the rhetorical question and I couldn't do anything other than apologize and assure her that there would not be an encore.
When we got home, I forced David to explain to me what exactly he had done. Instead, he plopped down on the floor and gleefully showed me.
In addition to Peter's birth, I have been witness to many, many strange things, but most of them didn't have the added value of making me laugh. As I watched David slither around on the floor, I really had to fight the urge to drop to the ground and get my wiggle on.
He explained that he had turned into a 'super snake monster' and that he couldn't possibly hear his teacher because snakes don't have ears. He also claimed that his friends were laughing too loudly. I reminded David that his teacher has quite a powerful voice, but then he reminded me that his friends can laugh really loudly. Damn, he's good!
I then explained to Snake-boy that there would be no TV, no games, and no dessert for him. The new reality apparently didn't sink in, because his next question was 'Can I play Angry Birds?'.
As if on cue, Angie came home and demanded a re-explanation. Talk about your angry birds.
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