Rylan: Presley, do you want the Hand of Nice or the Hand of Doom?
Presley: Hand of Doon
Rylan: Presley, are you sure you want the Hand of Doom? Just say you're sorry!
Presley: I want the Hand of Doon
Rylan: Are you sure? Just say you're sorry and you can get the Hand of Nice!
Unfortunately they moved on to something else and I never got to find out exactly what the Hand of Doom looked like. But it sounded interesting.
In other news, last night we went to the high school's homecoming parade and the kids got more candy than they do on Halloween. I tried to take a cute picture of them and this is the best I could get:
Needless to say they had a great time.
Just over 3,200 people live in Argyle and after last night I am convinced that 2,900 of them are under the age of 18. Kids everywhere. In a good way. Have I mentioned I love our new town? I just need to find some friends here. I hate being new. At Meet the Teacher night it seemed like everyone knew each other. I wanted to shout out, "Hey! I'm cool! I'm a great friend to have! Come talk to me!"
But that may have made me look like a bit of a loser so I refrained.
Oh, I have to add this regarding Meet the Teacher. The next day I was telling my mom about it and she asked, "Did you you tell her about how smart Rylan is?"
I replied, "Oh yes! I pulled the teacher aside in front of all those other parents and said, 'I just want you to know that my child is a genius!'" Because I'm that mom.
Silly Nana.
The teacher figured that out soon enough. No need to tell her.
1 comments:
As a general rule, the kids whose mom's say they are extra smart, aren't actually all that smart. It's usually secret mom code for "hyperactive and unmedicated." I think you made the right call!
Can't wait to hear more about your "small town" life!
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