I wish I taught Kindergarten

I think Kindergarten teachers are some of the luckiest professionals in the world. They get to spend the day with fun, happy little kids. Then right when things are starting to fall apart, when the kids are losing interest for the day and they are getting tired, they send them home. Home, where it is supposed to be a peaceful place for our families. I will be the first to admit that when my wonderful, funny little man gets home from Kindergarten he is no longer a wonderful or funny little man. He is an over-tired, temper-tantrum throwing force to be reckoned with. By Thursday and Friday he is over the top tired and I seriously lack the words to explain him to you. Yes, he is still my wonderful, funny little man on the inside but that is buried under days of fatigue and it is hard to reach down in there to pull him out.
I'm not sure where I was going with this, but I think I was just trying to (nicely) tell you J is being bratty. He wont nap, wont fall asleep early and wont sleep any later than 7am. At this point the best I can hope for is for him to pass out from exhaustion, right?

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Priorities

J: I LOVE baseball!

Me: Really? What was your favorite part of playing baseball?

J: The day you worked in the concession stand and saved a bag of cheetos for me!

Me: Oh...ok?

J: Next time give me a hotdog too.

Babies come from.......Mexico?!?

J has a wild imagination. That is actually putting it mildly. He really adds alot of color and excitement to our lives. Today is no exception. This morning he was telling me about stuff he did while he was in Mexico. This puzzled me since he has never been to Mexico....and neither have I. I explained to him that he must be mistaken because he in fact has NEVER been to Mexico. The look on his face showed it all.....he looked at me with pity, because he obviously knew MORE than me. He explained that he lived in Mexico with God before Daddy and me decided we wanted to little boy. Hmmmmmm.....really?! I told him that no, he had come from my belly and we brought him home from the hospital (which was not even CLOSE to Mexico). He said "No way....nobody can grow inside another person....how would they get there?" I told him that God puts babies in mommies bellies, and that God can do anything.
He said "NO, I came from Mexico."

I am worried what kind of stories he will be telling next year when he starts kindergarten. I'm looking forward to lots of calls from the teacher. Wish me luck.