My boys are both 5 and they are both in kindergarten.
And that is basically where the similarities end. Every day after school, I try to ask questions about their day. Specific questions. One of my sons is full of information and explanations and details about every little thing. My other son is….well, let’s just say that getting information from him isn’t always so easy. Here is an example.
A conversation with Isaac after school
Me: What was your favorite part about school today?
Isaac: I can’t even answer that because I loved EVERY! SINGLE! THING!!
Me: Well, tell me about it.
Isaac: I got this stamp on my hand at music for being the one who was obeying the best. See it? And it smells like strawberries! And there is another boy named Isaac at my school! He wears a Transformers shirt and we play on the playground. I play spiderman and he plays “Chase Isaac Wood” which I like okay. And that bad old Joey has to sit at the green rhombus table with me and he just doesn’t obey and he never gets buttons (the reward system in their class). And Lauren cheers for Alabama. And I walked into a pole, so I had to go see Nurse Melanie and she put ice on my head, and she is so nice. And we have to sell wrapping paper to free the Angry Bird. And we are going to go on a field trip to a farm. And I’m feeling nervous about riding the bus. And for the daily news, I said, “Isaac likes pancakes”. Now let me sing you 10 consecutive songs about how to spell color words.
(you get the gist)
A Conversation with Matthew after school
Me: What was your favorite part of school today?
Matthew: I don’t knoooow (said in an annoyed, teenager-y voice)
Me: Hmmmm, well did you go to the library today?
Me: Did you get a book?
Me: What is the book called?
Matthew: I don’t know but it has blood all over it.
Me (feeling really skeeved out at this point): Was it YOUR blood?
Me: Whose blood was it?
Matthew: I don’t know
Me: Well where did the blood come from?
Matthew: The book. And my hands. And my nose.
Me: Did you hurt yourself?
Me: Were you bleeding?
Me: Did one of your friends have a boo boo?
Me: Matthew, this is very important. Please tell me where the blood came from.
Me (taking a deep breath and rethinking my strategy): Matthew, did you have to go see Nurse Melanie today?
(okay, now we’re getting somewhere)
Me: And what did she do when she saw you?
Matthew: I washed my hands
Me: did she have to put a band aid on you?
Me: Did she have to put ice on you?
Me: Where did she put the ice?
Matthew: On my nose.
End scene. I deduced that Matthew was picking his nose and made it bleed. And he apparently got blood on his library book which is triple grody. But my word, I was so exhausted after that conversation, I could barely wrap my head around making dinner.
These boys of mine–both so amazing and so tiring in their own ways.