And Reality Hits

My boy is growing up. It wasn't so long ago that he stated that he is a man and should therefore use the men's bathroom because he noticed he had hair on his arms. Then today, this short conversation. But first, a little background: Today is the 100th day of class for Kindergarteners. They were all suppose to dress as though they were 100 years old. I jokingly said that I should put Cade in a 3 piece suit and arrange a box around him because most of the people I know are dead and in a coffin at 100. I know there are those few people that Smucker's takes pictures of on the Today Show but other than that.......... Anyway, picture him in hiked up dress pants, white button up and a bow tie. He refused to wear the beard I bought and would not let me make his hair look grey. Right now you are probably picturing Steve Urkle because that's exactly who he looked like only white. He had to wear a belt to keep his pants hiked up so high and I said

" Cade, are you going to be able to go potty with that belt on?"

" I don't say that anymore, Mom."

"Say what?"

" Potty. That's SOOO Pre-K. It's 'use the restroom' ".


So Pre-K?????? I just cracked up. I mean, I've heard "that's so nineteen eighties" or whatever but I had no idea about this whole "so pre-k" thing. I guess from now on I'm going to have to get used to being "mom" instead of "mommy" and using more grown up words in conversing with my five and a half year old. Actually, I'm going to pull this one out and use it to my advantage the next time he cries over having to take a bath at night............ "Seriously. That is so Pre-K. Get in the tub."