Dino Manners

Always offer compassion and discretion

It's back to school time.  We know it here because it's also the time when lice rears its ugly head in the schools. We've escaped it the past few years.  This year - not so lucky.  We were met with support from each family that has had to go through washing the entire house, putting toys in quarantine and checking morning, noon and night for nits.

So tough for them not to giggle when they do it.

Our children are at an age that they use their body's as weapons by sending a small area of children squealing and gagging as they out-fart each other.  I'm hoping this phase passes quickly.  No pun intended.  But, since I recall at least a dozen male Facebook friends who still smirk, it's not very hopeful.

In the mean time, as I enjoy taking these opportunities to impart knowledge, a friend sent this "Far Facts" flyer to me and I thought I would share it with you.

I didn't mean to stab it. It was an accident

Our son received a kit to grow Triops for Christmas.  They are the Sea Monkeys of today.  We had three - one large and two small ones.  HAD - yes had.

Friends stopped by and Austin wanted to show his lizards and the triops.  I was looking for the large one. When I asked him, he didn't lie he responded with, "It was an accident... I didn't mean to kill it."

 There was a kid kitchen knife by the tank. I asked if that was what he used. He was disgusted with me and started to cry. About this time his sister flew to his side defending the accident.  Apparently there was a Wizard of Oz incident.  The castle was accidentally dropped on it when he tried to put it in its little "house."

I was proud of him for telling the truth. I felt bad that I suspected foul play. I apologized and gave him a hug.

It's not polite to tootie on someone's lap.

The other night, our son was sitting on my lap. Suddenly he leaped from may lap and dashed out of the room.  A few seconds later, he came back and resumed his position on my lap.  Three minutes later he did it again.  Upon his return the second time I asked him what he was doing.  His reply was quite dryly and logically, "It's not polite to do stinky tooties on someone's lap."  Then he rolled his eyes with that "Duh, mom" look.

Then he realized that perhaps he needed to go relax in the bathroom for a while to get them all done.  As he headed to the bathroom, he was singing, "Here comes the bride, all dressed in white.  Where is the groom? In the bathroom..."