Off Script

I don't claim to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I'm no dunce either.

But, my daughter made quite the fool out of me yesterday.

I have teacher's manuals that go with my kids' books in school.  One of them being Josie's spelling.

Now, I'm sure you can all remember having a spelling test. The teacher says the word, says a sentence using the word, then repeats the word. 

Well, all that is included in the teacher's manual, the word, and sentence. It's like a script.

But, if you've read here long enough, you know we aren't the "follow the script" type of people.

Nope.

I like to make up my own sentences. And, if I'm honest, most of the time they are song lyrics. And, if I being ever more honest, I sing the sentence.

House.
Our house, is a very, very, very fine house. With 2 cats in the yard.
House.

Fire.
Come on baby, light my fire. Set the night on FIRE!!
Fire.

Kentucky.
Kentucky bluebird. I heard your song today.
Kentucky.


Most of the time, despite my foolishness, Josie gets the words correct.

One word she was guaranteed to get correct was: respect.

Can you see where this is going?

Respect.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Find out what it means to me. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
Respect.

Wait, mom, can you say that again? I didn't get it.

And I repeat it!! Again and again because my daughter "didn't understand" what I was saying.

That's what I get for going off script,I guess.