Auschwitz

It's been some time since I last wrote a blog...and I'm getting "hints" that it's about time I do.  However, I told Kitten last night that I had nothing funny to blog about.  That, I have since realized, is a LIE.  Sorry Kitten.  I just had to sit back and think about it a bit to realize that some of what has gone on is actually quite funny.

Bubba has a new "rule" in which he must work for his computer time.  He hates this rule, which, by nature means of course that I LOVE IT!  He has a list of about 20 chores he can choose from, each chore worth a certain amount of time on the computer.  So, it is entirely up to him if he gets 10 minutes or six hours on the computer.  I also love this "rule" because I came up with it!  I often get emails from the school stating that "Your son did not get his homework done because he said he was doing chores ALL night"...hehe.  This of course means that Bubba did enough chores to get 2 hours on the computer and chose to do that instead of his homework.

Bubba began throwing a bit of a temper tantrum the other day.  He got up and got ready for school early and then spent 1 1/2 hours on the computer thinking I wouldn't know.  I knew...I'm mom, therefore I know EVERYTHING (or so I'd like to believe).  When Bubba got home from school I told him that he had to do 1 1/2 hours of chores to make up for the computer time he had already used.  He yelled, "THIS PLACE IS LIKE LIVING IN AUSCHWITZ ALL OVER AGAIN!"  Then left the house and went to hide in his secret fort (which isn't so secret).  I, on the other hand, sat straight up with a cocked head...you know the cocked head that a dog does when they are being cute.  I'm not sure I was as cute as the dog, however, I have discovered a cocked head helps me think clearer...go figure.  So, I sat with my cocked head and had a think.

Thoughts:
1) Apparently, Bubba is learning about WWII and concentration camps in school.  Well, that's good, at least he is clearly interested in the subject.
2) Again?  I don't recall you being alive during WWII?  Is there something I need to know?? 
3) Am I the only one that gets the irony of Bubba saying this house is like a concentration camp when I have two ADHD kids who can't concentrate for more than 2 seconds if their lives depended on it?

Banana, overhearing Bubba's yelling decided to have her own thoughts....out loud. 
Banana: "I have one question"
Me: "I have one answer"
Banana: "What's an Osk Twitch?"
Me: (distracted by my cocked head thinking), "HUH??"
Banana: "What Bubba just said, as Osk Twitch"
Me: (still distracted): "A large flightless bird that is fabled to hide it's head in the sand when it's scared".
Banana: "Bubba lived in a bird?"
Me (done with my thought): "What are you talking about??"
Banana: "That think Bubba said that you said is a bird that lies and hides in the sand"
Me: "Oh, I'm pretty sure that isn't exactly what I said, but Bubba was talking about Auschwitz"
Banana: "I have one question"

I'm pretty sure I don't need to tell you what her one question was, however, it lead to a 6 year old leveled conversation about concentration camps.

Banana: "I like camp"
Me: "You've never been to camp"
Banana: "Yes I have, last week at Grammy's house I went to camp"
Me: "No, you didn't"
Banana: "Yes, I did, Grammy took me there and it was FAR FAR away"
Me: "What did you do there?"
Banana: "I don't remember"

Five minutes later:
Banana: "I have one question"
Me: "I have one answer"
Banana: "What is camp and what do people do there?"
Me: "They pretend to be Osk Twitches and hide their heads in the sand"
Banana: "I don't want to go there.
Me: "You went there remember...last week, at Grammy's house."
Banana: "I'm innoring  you" (Translation: Ignoring)

Banana has had issues this past week in her own little world.  She was suspended from school again.
I received a call on Tuesday that she was being kicked off the bus for that day and the following day.  Apparently, throwing a full water bottle at the bus driver WHILE he is driving is a bad idea and gets you kicked off the bus for a day or so.

I called her Dad to pick her up from school.  Later, I got a call from Dad.
Dad: "Banana was suspended"
Me: "What did she do now and for how long?"
Dad: "One day.  She slapped her teacher"
Me: "Why did she do that?"
Dad: "Why would you ask me that?"
Me: "Good question, never mind."

As it turns out, apparently Banana at LEAST gave a warning first. "I'm going to slap you", and then did.  I'm pretty sure I got the cocked head again.....
Thoughts:
1)If you know a child that makes threats follows through on her threats and said child threatens to slap you, why would you not move your face away from her slapping reach?
2) Ok, suspended, no tv, and in her room for the day
3)I wonder why she slapped her?
4) I suppose it doesn't matter, because it's wrong
5) Tomorrow is going to be a long day for Dad...I'm glad I have to go to work.
6) Wow, I haven't been happy to go to work in some time now...huh
7) Why couldn't I have been a rabbit?