My child is a dork: [link]

A flexible one, mind. [link]

So damned cute!

Still in class. Want to go home and eat cake and open prezzies!

That child is impossibly cute.

In other depressing gender news, I'm watching a PBS report of doping of the East German women athletes. In a number of cases, the high levels of male hormones they were given permanently reshaped their bodies to look masculine, and they were never told why these strange things were happening to their bodies. Some were tormented for being "transvestites" when wearing dresses. Several of the athletes interviewed now had had a terrible time with their sexual identities, and one of the interviewees had had a sex change. They had severe physical problems from overstressing their bodies, plus when they were able to see their Stazi files, they found that they had injuries that weren't treated because treatment might have revealed the doping. It was so sad.

did I miss that it's your birthday?

if so... Happy Birthday, Glamcookie!

Thanks, Laga. Yes, it is my birthday :)

D'oh! Happy Birthday!

If my boss left a message on my cell phone asking where something is and I left it right where she told me it was yesterday I don't have to call her back, right?

Happy birthday Glamcookie

late to the party as always, but Happy Birthday, Glamcookie! I have had thin mints in your honor.

If my boss left a message on my cell phone asking where something is and I left it right where she told me it was yesterday I don't have to call her back, right?

Ha! If only it was that easy!

Just got home from work. Turns out the kiddos had their yearly big play tonight. And, well, when I said I really couldn't make it, I thought a couple of the kids might actually cry. So, I grabbed some dinner and headed over.

OMG. SO freaking hysterical. And, I won cool points with a couple of the kids. Actually, I was kind of guilted into coming because they were like, "Miss M (the other after care teacher) is coming! You have to come too!" Then Miss M didn't come. One of my girl's response to that was right up there with her, "You're cooler than Miss M because you have the magic remembering book and you actually remember to bring what you say you're gonna bring." And then I got to meet her dad who told me that she talks about me at home more than any of her other teachers. See me beam. This is my oldest girl...the one I was so worried about reaching. Guess I'm doing ok.

During the reception time, I sat on the floor and shared popcorn with my kindergartener. I asked her if we should do anything special tomorrow. Our conversation went something like this:

R: We should go on a field trip!
Me: Yeah? Where should we go?
R: The ZOO!
Me: Yeah? And how are we going to get there? You're not going to all fit in my car!
R: We need a bus!
Me: I can't get a bus on this short notice.
R: Well, you could steal one tomorrow morning after the drivers are all done taking the kids to school.
Me: Oh, you think, huh? But, I could go to jail for that.
R: They'd never convict you.
Me: Oh, you think, huh?
R: No! I know! Besides, if you went to jail I'd break you out, and we'd do it all over again!

R's mom walks up, and it continues...

Me: So, R thinks I need to steal a bus tomorrow morning, after all the drivers are done taking the kids to school, so we can go to the zoo.
R's Mom: Oh, yeah? Which zoo?
R: The one by Miss Val's!
R's Mom: Rock on!
Me: So, you wouldn't press charges for kidnapping, right? Because I think I'm gonna be locked up for a while on the stealing a bus charge.
R's Mom: Never! And besides, they'd never convict you on the stealing charge.

Hmmm...there's no wondering where that girl got her wit and evil planning skills.