Peace

I have a dark shirt with a large white peace sign on it. The peace sign is made up of a collection of words. When I pulled the pipsqueak out of the tub over the weekend and was drying him off, he said is a puzzled voice, "Mama, is that a face on your shirt?"

"No," I told him. "It has a circle, but then it has three lines. See? It's called a peace sign."

"Oh. Peace. You mean like the toilet?"

"Um....the toilet? I don't know what you mean."

"You know...'leave me in peace!'"

When it dawned on me what he meant, I could not stop laughing. If he didn't spend so much time banging on the bathroom door when someone else was in there, he wouldn't know that phrase so well! I'm thinking I might just put a peace sign poster on the bathroom door as shorthand now, as my brother suggested when I told him this story.

As for me, how will I ever NOT think of a toilet when I see a peace sign??

The squeaker only has 5 weeks of school left, and I actually think he's going to make it. Watch out next year, second-grade teachers!! We attended the May Day fair for his school this weekend. It was quite small, but the boys had a reasonably good time. It is odd to see how my kid is an integral part of a community that I have very little to do with.

Also, the pipsqueak starts swim lessons this week, which his brother has been doing for several years now. I am really looking forward to it, both because I want the pipsqueak to enjoy it and because it will be a lovely kid-free half-hour every single week!!