Now, keep in mind that Cameron is home schooled, but for Charise's Kindergarten year, we decided to send her to school so she could see what it is all about! So the other night, my friend Melissa was at a coffee (one of those mandatory fun things that we do in the military) and another lady there was telling this story....
Her son had come home from school last week and told her that tomorrow for school he was dressing up. Mom said, OK, but didn't really ask about it. The next morning, he was up bright and early and completely dressed. Pinstripe pants, dress shirt and a bow tie. He then went into his mom's room to check on her. She was up and dressed, ready to take him to school. He asked her if that was what she was planning on wearing (she had on jeans and a sweatshirt) She told him yes, as a matter of fact it was. He then proceeded to tell her he really wished that she would wear a dress that day. She explained to him that she was just dropping him off at school and that it was a cold day, and yes she was going to wear her jeans and sweatshirt. He finally decided that it was OK as long as she made sure he got to school on time. Of course, all of this made her wonder what was up. On the way to school, she asked him why he was so dressed up and he said, "because Charise is dressing up today and she wants me to dress up." OK
When she picked him up after school she asked him how his day went. He told her he had a blue day. At school there behavior is noted by what color day they had. Red being a perfect, the very best day you can have and moving down the rainbow to purple - - a bad bad day! Every day they start out on green so blue was just one color down, but no one likes to have a blue day. So she asked her son why he had a blue day. He said, "well Charise and I were sitting next to each other and everyone thought we were kissing, but we weren't." So being the good mom that she was, she continued to ask questions...
"Why did everyone think you were kissing?"
"Well, because we were rubbing faces, but we weren't kissing, mom."
"Have you ever kissed Charise?"
"No, but she has kissed me :)"
"So tell me about Charise."
"Oh, Mom... she has hair the color of peanut butter and sparkles across her nose!"
This boy was completely head over heals for my daughter. And apparently the feeling was reciprocated. I have never had the right descriptive color for Charise's hair. It is a beautiful red color that only God could have created and it is gorgeous. Now I know it is peanut butter color. Who knew? And the sparkles - - well, those are her adorable freckles that perfectly adorn her button nose and little apple cheeks - - -we call them cinnamon sprinkles and ask her all the time if we can eat them off of her!
I'm glad that this little boy can see the beauty that we see in our daughter, but I do think it is time to set her down and talk about rules and (big gulp) kissing. Really.... we have to talk about kissing in Kindergarten? Who's raising these kids these days? (um that would be me - - -another big gulp)
By the way, Charise did come home with a blue day last week - - the same day that she was so insistant that she wear a dress - - but when I asked her why she had a blue day, she just told me it was because she had been talking too much. I guess I would rather have her mouth talking than kissing!