MJ for President!
Last night, I received an email from MJ's teacher, Miss Sharp. She asked me if MJ told me about her role in their class government. I'm glad she emailed, because MJ hadn't said anything about it. So I asked her this morning.
"MJ, Miss Sharp emailed me last night and said you did a government activity yesterday in your class-"
I didn't even get to finish before MJ interrupted me, totally excited . . .
"Yeah! I was elected as president! Cole was my Vice-President!"
"Wow," I said. "That's really cool! What did you do?"
"I got to make laws and lead the class and work with the legislature." I was super impressed my second grader knew a big word like legislature. Then she surprised me again.
"Yeah, but we only had seven people in our judibal branch cause there were only eleven of us in class yesterday."
"Um, you mean Judicial?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes, "Yep, that's what I meant."
"That's cool that you know about the legislature and judicial branches. Did you know there's third branch?"
"Yeah, Mom. The executive branch. That was me and Cole. I already said that!" And then she huffed off to go brush her teeth before going to school.
So, my second grader knows really big words that I didn't learn until 8th grade in Government class. How totally cool is that? Maybe now MJ will add president to her list of things she wants to be when she grows up. She already wants to be a dance teacher and a computer programmer. And hey, if a hocky mom can be a VP hopeful, why not a dance teacher for President? She'd definitely have my vote!
BTW - MJ was chosen to be one of two kids to represent her class on her school Student Council. Yeah, MJ!
Mr. Cranky Comes for a Visit
I thought I'd share another funny story. Yesterday afternoon, Mr.Cranky had taken over Rob. So I sent him to his room for a nap at 4 pm. Of course, he stomped and pouted and whined all the way to bed. Then he climbed in, pulled the covers up to his chin, and was out within five minutes.
Normally when he takes an afternoon nap, he wakes up between 6 or 6:30. But last night, he slept through dinner.
I figured he'd be awake by 8 pm. Nope, slept through that too.
Then I started to wonder . . . is he going to wake up at midnight, then want to play all night? Nope, he slept through that, too.
He finally came into my room and climbed into bed with me at 6:30 this morning. Yep, you read that right. 6:30 am. He must have been one very, very tired little boy. But it looks like Mr. Cranky has finished his visit, and returned back to Crankyville, leaving the Ferguson home in peace . . . for the time being!