Last night, my granddaughters gave me a fake skull and crossbones tattoo. So today, I told the kids that while we were off, I joined a pirate ship and became a pirate. Now after being around me these past couple months, they have learned to be skeptical about ANYTHING I say... I've been known to stretch the truth a time or two... hundred.
(Me) "Here... check out my totally real skull and crossbones tattoo. While we were off I joined a pirate ship and plundered me some booty."
(2nd grader) "If you're a pirate, where's your parrot and eye patch?"
(Me) "Well, my parrot flew away and I went to the optometrist and got my eye fixed."
(1st grader) "What's an optometrist?"
(Me) "Well an optometrist is an eye doctor."
Now one of my 6 year-old kindergartners wears glasses and choose this moment to speak for, what I believe to be, the very first time on the bus...
(Kindergartner) "I got my glasses from the eye doctor."
(Me) "Did you like your doctor?"
(Kindergartner) "Yes, but she couldn't make up her mind."
(Me) "What do you mean?"
(Kindergartner) "She made me look into a machine and kept asking me, Does this look better, does this look better, how about this, does this look better? I said Geesh lady... I'm only 6, why do you keep asking me?"
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