Two and a Half More Days

It's pretty hard to say who's more excited about school getting out this week - the kids or me. I'm heartily sick of trying to convince them to go to bed when it's still light outside and then having to spatula them out of bed in the mornings after their alarm's been beeping for four minutes straight. And don't even get me started on trying to keep Bear on task with her homework when she really wants to swim after school. Hint: when she comes home on a broiling hot June day and declares that she has "no homework" while slipping into a bathing suit and grabbing a towel you can put money on her memory kicking in around 10 minutes before bedtime and remembering the study guide she "totally forgot".
Bear is most excited about getting to sleep in and going to Farm Camp. And dance camp. And swimming. Her self-proclaimed goal is to spend most of the summer underwater.
Bug can't wait for ... everything, she says. Of course, she's playing Wii right now and is really just giving me vague answers without actually listening to my questions. Let's mess with her.

Me: Bug, what will you miss about school?

Bug: Mmm, friends.

Me: What's your favorite book that you've read this year?

Bug: Tough one. (pause) Uh... a toughie. (pause) I pretty much liked all of them.

Me: What are you most excited about doing this summer?

Bug: (pause, eyes glued to screen) Swimming?

Me: What's 158 + 32?

Bug: Hm. (long pause, sigh) I guess I'll have to get a piece of paper for that. (starts to put down controller).

I let her keep playing Wii. I'm not that cruel, but messing with your kids is one of those perks of parenthood that no one really tells you about before you have kids.

Pay attention, Aunt Fabulous and Uncle Awesome (the artist formerly known as Mr. Pickypants)!