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Word Wizard Strikes Again

 

School is back in full swing and I'm grateful to be in a normal routine again.  It isn't necessarily easier, but I like a to have a schedule and I think the kids (whether they realize it or not) do too.  Sawyer really does enjoy his days at school.  He pretends like he doesn't want to go, but he comes home all smiles and a ball of excited energy every single time.  

The first week back, as I waited in the carline, the director came up to my window.  I rolled it down with some trepidation.  Transitions are really challenging for Sawyer and we had a multitude that week with Ross going back to work, school starting for Sawyer, and company in and out.  I was concerned about how he may have held up at school.  Anyway, I rolled down my window and held my breath as she started to speak, "Your son..."

"Yes...???"

"Cracks me up so much."

Exhale.

She continued, "He was trying to tell me something about a bake sale fundraiser he wants to do, but I couldn't concentrate on a word he was saying because he was so filthy. I told him to at least wash up to his elbows, but he's going to need a shower.  The kids were playing in a leaf pile at recess."

"Great, that's on our to-do list anyway," I told her. "I just hope he wasn't doing something he shouldn't have been."

"Oh no, he was fine.  He was having a great time and reminded me of the farm kids I grew up with.  Like, I'm pretty sure you could drop him off anywhere and he'd be just fine so long as he had his pocket knife."

And that's pretty much the highest level of compliment the kid could possibly receive.  Also, accurate.  

At dinner we told him he would need to take a shower.  "Why?" he asked.

"When the director of your school says you need to shower, you need to shower," his dad answered.  

"What were you doing to get so dirty?" I asked.  He explained that they were having leaf wars and he was using his body to scrape the leaves into a giant pile so they could throw them at each other.

"Were you the only one bulldozing them like that?" Ross asked.

He swallowed his food and looked up, "Primarily." Ross and I looked at each other.

"Did you say 'primarily?'" I asked.

"Yeah."

Do other second graders say "primarily?"  Have I ever used the word?  I have no idea, but our muddy, survivalist, wild child has.  

What we lack in hygiene, we are making up in vocabulary.  We'll take the wins where we can.   

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