I bought some new lipstick a few days ago (Almay Wine). I generally just wear clear lip gloss, but felt like living a little dangerously.
I wore it yesterday when I went to my first parent meeting at Liv's school. Bing, who had managed to weasel out of it by offering to babysit Liv, saw me as I was getting ready to leave and wolf whistled.
"Well, don't you look alluring. Loookkkiiinnn goooodddd, babe."
Liv was doing her homework at the kitchen table. "What does alluring mean?" she asked me as I bent to kiss her goodbye.
"It means that Bing thinks I look pretty," I said, in a hurry, making sure that I had my keys, etc.
I left and didn't think a thing about it.
Today when I went to pick Liv up at at school, I got there a little early and was observing the class. I plan to do a whole blog about her teacher, Ms. Pari, because while she has only taught Liv for five days, I can tell that we are both gonna love her. She is blog worthy.
But, today.....I was sitting in a chair as she helped the children gather their books. She walked over to me and her long red braids nearly fell on my shoulder as she whispered, "Hey, do you have a sec?"
I did.
She was trying not to smile. "I just wanted you to know that today I got quite a nice compliment from Liv," she began.
I smiled. Waited.
"She walked in the door and told me that I looked very alluring today..."
We both laughed. I told her about Bing's comment last night and she nodded, said she figured that Liv must have heard it like that. I said that I would clarify the word for Liv. She said she would appreciate that...not that she didn't appreciate knowing that she looked alluring, but from an eight year old????
So, not only can I not hear properly, I also know now that I need to be very careful with proper definitions.......
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This is like the situation with her father from the summer. What did he call his girlfriend? Sweet cheeks? lol
Hee hee. When my daughter was four, I picked her up from preschool and heard from her teacher that we had crap for dinner the night before. My husband and I often called all kinds of food "crap," like "hey, this isn't bad crap." I had to explain.
she's too much. good thing you're keeping this blog--in ten years she's not going to believe you when you tell her about all the outrageous precocious things she said!
At least her teachers understand the words even if she is a little unclear! My dad was a doctor and my mom was a nurse and in kindergarten I knew that the discoloration on my banged-up leg was a "hematoma" and that falling backward landed me on my "gluteus maximus." I guess my folks thought it was cute...
Hee hee hee, Maria. That's too funny.
And Robyn: Ew!
I'd say it's a good thing that you and Bing have a happy relationship, otherwise, Liv could have told her new teacher she looked particularly shitty today...
Those are the types of wonderful comments from your child that you think you will always remember, but many of them fade away (especially through the teen years). It's a good thing you are writing them down!
Kids = Tape Recorders.
They playback everything they hear.
I'm constantly asking Gigi not to tell the family secrets. Yesterday she was describing (she likes to embroider the stories as well) in full gory details my leg operations to one of her pal's friend's Moms. The woman runs over to me when I arrived to pick her up -- very concerned.
UGH.
I had another talk about what is appropriate and inappropriate to talk about.
How funny. Liv is going to have quite the vocabulary....
LMAO Oh I just love kids and their word choices!!
We had the worst time with the word "sexy" for awhile. They heard it on television, from other kids, etc. We also had a time explaining that some clothing looks "too mature." Now that my eldest know the "facts" it's gotten a lot easier. Hang in there, Maria!
ROFL! Goodness, you have such a smart little girl! That she even remembered!!!!
I love this kid! She is always listening, and always trying out new things she is learning. She is obviously so bright! I can see you aren't going to get anything past her. Yup, she will love hearing these stories some day down the road. We need to get you a t-shirt that says "Yup, I'm Liv's Mom!" :-)
absolutely adorable. i love these little stories. children are so cute (and sometimes horrifying) as they struggle to make sense of the language around them..
too funny. these kids are sponges that become parrots in front of the wrong people...lol! (I'm baaaaaaaaaack!)
Yes, but clearly Liv is NOT eight years old, she's an adult inhabiting the body of an eight year old!
ROFL!
LOL. Doncha just love our little tape recorders?!?!
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