Scooter’s 3rd grade class is working on writing autobiographies. So, one of his homework assignments this week was to come home and write down some important dates and events from his younger life. This is where blogging has come in good and handy. We ran to the bookshelf and pulled out the printed blog from 2005-06 to see if we could find some interesting/fun things from his “childhood.” We found this entry dated June 11 and laughed til tears were coursing down our face:
The Stand Off
The scene in our home this evening: the time 6:00 pm.
DING DONG
Its’ the home teachers coming for a visit. They are new, having never been to our home before. Flynn is in the kitchen doing dishes, Belle is downstairs on the computer, Scooter is outside.
“Come on guys, the home teachers are here.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”
It takes a full 2-3 minutes AT LEAST to get Flynn and Belle to put down their activities and get ready to join us in the living room. Scooter is a different story.
“Scooter, time to come in! The home teachers are here and they want to see you!”
WAITING…..
A little more firmly, “Scooter, I’m serious, you need to come in NOW!”
WAITING….
Getting impatient, “Scooter, COME IN THE HOUSE NOW!”
A good 5 minutes have passed by now. Scooter comes slowly, obviously dragging his feet. He almost makes it to the door, has an obvious change of heart and takes off running away while screaming,
“NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
I HATE HOME TEACHERS!!!”
Mom chases after him in her slippers and dress, through the grass, dodging Lola’s lawn bombs.
“You will come in the house NOW and you will sit down and be pleasant.”
“Grumble, grumble, moan, moan…”
They make it into the house and Mom puts Scooter down. He hits the ground running. Mom is blocking the outside door so he can’t make his escape that way. He heads for the stairs. He plans on barricading himself in his bedroom. Time to call the SWAT team, which is Dad.
Dad grabs the boy and carries him, kicking and screaming into the living room with the chant continuing amidst the tears,
“BUT I HATE HOME TEACHERS!!!”
The home teachers, patient men that they are, are still standing in front of their chairs, waiting for the invitation to sit. Stoic smiles plastered on their faces. Ensign tucked under their arms.
Scooter got the ultimate revenge. He fell asleep while they were here and didn’t have to listen to them anyway!
I wonder if they’ll be back next month?!?
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