Z is our youngest and from time-to-time, wiggles into that stereotype fairly well. Yesterday, he apparently was one of many class clowns, which rewarded him with a yellow card. But that's just Zac and as long as he's not consistently moving up the Candyland Road of Discipline, I mark it up to his personality. There is plenty of time to deal with that when he's not so cute.
That personality shined bright yesterday and made me forget about that yellow card hanging on the board. Leaving school, we were walking down the sidewalk and he was doing that skip-walk thing that all young kids do when their world is grand. He was chattering about what he was going to bring into class for "O" day when he abruptly stopped, swung his little arm around and said, "Whoooa, Mom, was that a bee?!?
Me: "I don't know, I didn't see it."
Z: " I think it was."
Me: "Did it go, 'zzzz' when it flew by?"
Z: "No, I didn't hear that but I know it was a bee."
Me: "Oh yeah, how do you know that?"
Z: ...pause...because it smelled like honey!"
And with that, I forgot all about the yellow card.
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