The Moonwalk.
So, my poor little son has been in trouble at school lately…
There is nothing worse than having to pull a stick in Kindergarten.
His offenses include…playing rock paper scissors at the lunch table and talking too loud to his friends.
hum? Being too social and too loud?
That’s genetic!
(no one in our house is too social or loud. except of course for me, my husband and my daughter…)
The poor kid is screwed.
This week had to pull a stick again.
This time for an apparent moon walk.
( he has been watching America’s Best Dance Crew with his dad)
This is the conversation I overheard between him and my mother yesterday.
Nana- So you had to pull a stick today David?
David- yeah. 
Nana- What were you doing to get in trouble?
David- I was walking backwards into my classroom.
Nana- Oh. Backwards. You know that’s a sign of intelligence?
David- oh. You know Nana…I can spell my name backwards.
r-e-v-i-l-o d-i-v-a-d
Nana- interesting.
Just a hunch, but I think he might be bored in Kindergarten.
amanda
