My son came home from school proud as a peacock. He loves pre-school and is so excited to show and tell me what he has done...most of the time.
Sometimes he does the typical "man" thing. You know the one.
"How was your day, baby?"
"What did you do?"
"I don't know."
On this particular day in February he was brimming over with excitement. He had made his mama a Valentines day card and just had to show me.
After displaying the appropriate ooh's and aah's and maybe a few tears, I proudly displayed it in the kitchen.
My boy wasn't though, however. He was in a talking mood.
He then went on to explain to me that the teacher got out flashlights and let them play with them. (Now let me just tell y'all that I think we own the most flashlights in any household in the US. My little man is obsessed with them.) So you can imagine his joy at the flashlight teaching.
I was a little confused as to why the teacher would just get out some flashlights so I questioned my darling boy.
He shot a look at me that I translated as "Mama, you can't be that stupid." He then calmly explained to his dense mama that they were learning about shadows. How they are made with light and how you could re-create them.
He then added.
"You know..... in honor of Warthogs day"
I laughed so hard that I was crying in the middle of my kitchen.