So, as the world's laziest blogger, it has been over a year and a half since I last posted a blog. I think this says wonders about my viewing audience.

I have discovered many things in the last year and a half. First of all, it is quite impossible to work on your BA full time, work part time, raise a small child and blog. Thus, blogging failed. As a result, my child is beginning to mimic me in many things that raises my hopes that she we be just as demented as me. I have also learned that being a Type A control freak does not make the school age years very enjoyable.

My baby is a Kindergartener now. She is in the dreaded public school system I hate myself just a tiny bit for putting her in public school, but it's not really a bad school system. Don't get me wrong, it is public school, but as far as schools go it's not so bad. Momma bear has a hard time with the school at times. I find that stupid people abound in this world and the public schools are no exception to this rule. With as many times as I've had to talk to the school you'd think they'd learn to say my name right.

Seriously. Lank Toe. Remember Home Depot is not pronounced Dee Pot, and neither is my name Lank Scott. Lank Toe. It's French people. Kaitlyn asks me one day, "Is my name Kaitlyn Lankscott?" Poor kid.

She brings home some drawings today. Friday's are the day she brings home all her school work. There's a paper in there that appears to have been drawn by a little boy in her class. In huge Kindergartener letters he writes "I LOVE YOU KAITLYN, ZACH M." Cute, right? Then below this is a drawing of her on the ground and him standing above her on some round thing. The teacher was kind enough to write down the explanation of the picture. Supposedly it's a picture of Kaitlyn having fallen off a trampoline whilst lover boy continued to bounce gleefully. The assignment was to draw someone you care about.

So, Momma Bear's response to this was to be disturbed, of course. What the hell? What, he thinks about people he cares about being hurt? Does this make him happy, how do you relate someone getting hurt to a title "I love you"? Freaking 5 year old sociopath in the making.
Now the reasonable person that is locked away in a small part of my brain knows that this is likely just expressionism and isn't it nice that he cares about Kaitlyn, but the larger more irrational part of my can't help but be disturbed by the child who relates love with injury and classify him as a member of the Future Wife Beaters of America.

Realistically she'll have a new love interest in a couple weeks. She had more so called boyfriends in her first semester of Kindergarten than I had my entire High School and Jr. College years.

Supposedly she's one of the teacher's favorite students. Now, she's my favorite kid in the whole universe, but I can't help but wonder if the teacher tells all her parents that. How would it look if she actually did tell some parents that their kids were little shits? "Oh, you're Keagan's parents. Wow, you've done a really shitty job raising him thus far. He is by far the worst hellion in my class. I couldn't help him with one on one teaching and the world's best educational funds." I suppose that wouldn't work very well for repertoire. Anywho. Supposedly Kaitlyn always does her school work first, then plays happily with the other kids. She does what she's told and listens to the teacher. I fear there may be a little too much Patrick in her. I'm going to have to work on rebellion techniques when she's older. Once, she told a lie to her teacher and her teacher was so freaked out she told the school nurse about it. Okay, so come to find out Kaitlyn really was sick that day. But, still! That's her tell? One lie? That was her acting out? Where is this kid at home? I get much worse than that here!!!

Why do they act differently in school?