An Answer

Dear Catch the Window,

Remember when you asked about the glycemic index? Today's Nauvoo Times column is for you!

Love,

SwindleFun

All About Me In Kindergarten

Victor made an All About Me book in kindergarten this year.

Here are the highlights of what he had to say about himself, with original spelling preserved.

Name: Victor

Age: 6

Nickname: Sqishee Fase

Favorite Food: scrogeunof

Favorite Place at School: Art

Why: I like to draw.

I like my teachers because: they are nise

Favorite Subject: is math

Favorite Project: wen we did the map of the class room

Favorite Thing That Happened This Year: was going on the playground

Least Favorite Thing about This Year: doing work

What I Like to Do Best with My Friend: play duttivs [detectives]

Next year I plan to: make new friends

When I grow up I want to be: an inginer

Favorite Animal: cheedu

Favorite Color: red

Favorite Number: 173

Favorite TV Show: Phineus and Ferb

Favorite Thing to Do: swim in the pool.

My Mommy, by Zeke

This is how Zeke filled out his Mother's Day questionnaire about me. The italics show his words.

Her name is Cyndie.

She is 55 years old.

She lives in North Carolina.

Her job is cleaning clothes.

Her favorite food is sandwiches.

She likes to read.

Her favorite color is red.

She loves me.

By: Zeke

Social Niceties

Victor is generally very good at social niceties: Hello, How are you, I'm fine, Please, Thank you, Excuse me, etc.

But today he made a funny mistake.

He had very nicely asked a grocery store clerk for a red balloon. She gave it to him (and one to Zeke), and he received it with obvious enthusiasm.

Me: What do you tell the clerk, Victor?

Victor, looking at the clerk: Did you know it is 90 degrees outside? [Pointing to the fan.] You should turn on your blower.

Zeke's Prayers

Tonight, I prompted Zeke to add to his personal prayers:

Me: "Please help me to learn to share."

Zeke, audibly: "Please help me learn to share."

Zeke, whispered: "But not with Victor because I do not share with Victor."

Me: "Please help me not to hit."

Zeke, audibly: "Please help me not to hit."

Zeke, whispered: "But I always hit Victor."

Too Much Fun

In our house, as Saturday approaches, Zeke asks if it will be A Good Saturday or A Bad Saturday.

On A Bad Saturday, Jeremy goes to work.

On A Good Saturday, Jeremy stays home and plays with the boys all day.

Today, though, I think we might have maxed out on fun.

First, Jeremy and the boys ate breakfast together.

Then, they played Cars and Bruder trucks on the play mat Aunt Candice made them for Christmas.

Then, it was time for haircuts.

After that, they experimented with different paper airplane models from the library book we checked out on Friday.

Around 2, we ate lunch (thanks, Aunt Liz!) and discovered that Victor has exceeded the maximum allowed height (54") of the Chick-fil-A play area. (He played anyway, just gently.)

After lunch, Jeremy took the boys on a bike ride.

Then Jeremy had to run an errand. So the boys had to go to the grocery store with me, which was not very fun because we did not go to the store with free cookies.

After that, just before bedtime, Jeremy took the boys to an auto race at one of our local race tracks.

It's 10:44 p.m., and they just walked in the door. They will now attempt to sleep off all that fun.

FHE

On Monday, we covered a very important topic in Family Home Evening.

Our lesson was "We Don't Eat Ice Cream for Breakfast."

This is an actual problem in our house.

We learned that ice cream is not a breakfast food. Neither are cookies, cake, or marshmallows.

We did not explicitly say that cookie dough is not for breakfast, which is why, I'm sure, that some small boy ate a Tupperware of it for breakfast this morning.

Plotting

Victor and Zeke like to plot against Jeremy.

I'm not sure why they like to do this, but they put their little heads together and whisper about ways to make Jeremy cold, wet, and hungry.

Then they laugh.