Bittersweet

One of the girls in Grade 2 comes over to talk to me.

G: Something happened to my mom that made me sad.
Me: What happened?
G: My mom doesn't want me to talk about it.
Me: Oh, okay
G: Do you want to know anyway? Just don't tell anyone, okay?
Me: If you want to tell me, okay. I won't tell anyone else.
G: My mom got... it's a word that starts with an F
Me: Fired?
G: Yes
Me: Awww, that is tough. How is she doing?
G: She is sad, but is wanting to go back to school.
Me: That is good. She is a strong woman. She will get through.
P: Yeah... Is getting fired a bad thing?
Me: It is not bad. It is more common than people think, but most people don't talk about it. It is a part of life sometimes.

We go on to talk about it.

A little while later, we are still talking. One of the boys walking by hears us. He stops in curiosity.

B: What happened to your mom?
G: None of your beeswax
B: Everything is my beeswax
G: No it isn't
B: Is it that your mom got fired?
G: ...How did you know?
B: You told me earlier

I couldn't help laughing.

The Boy I Babysit

Last night was fun. He played a game on his DS while I had dinner. After I was done, he showed me his newest toy- a flying clown fish!

The flying fish has a remote control with two functions, moving the nose up and down and moving the tail to the left and right. Basically it is a big inflatable balloon filled with helium so that it floats. There is a tail attached to the end and a weight attached to the belly. The weight can move forwards and backwards so that it distributes the weight and the nose goes up or down.

So we played a game with it. I made it fly around the room, while he shot it with a plastic bow and arrow. His wasn't really working, so he ended up wacking it with the bow part. He was so adamant that it would not leave the room, but I was trying so hard to make it go out the door. It was surprisingly difficult because the doorway started about half a foot down the wall, so the helium wouldn't let it lower, even if the nose was down. Then as I was about to get it out, the boy would run out the door, and wack it's nose. Hahahah