my life in first grade

We're in the library and they're all looking for the perfect book to bring home. It's check-out time. I'm waiting for the ruckus--when 2 of them want the same book and of course they both had it first-or so they say.

One approaches and says to me, My brother, (pronounced like bwotha) has the diarrhea (diaweea)the wimpy kid.

my brain goes immediately into first grade decoder--- compute compute compute---huh?

my tactic of repeating back their question-just to make sure I understood them correctly doesn't really work this time.. I mean, could I really say "your brother has diarrhea?"--it's just not the question I want an answer too.

Since the 1st grader has a big big grin on her face, my decoder brain tells me that she didn't really say that. (unless she's really glad that her poor bwotha has diawea)

so rather than asking about the brother with diarrhea, I just say--"what did you say about your brother?"

she says through a smile of several missing teeth, "My brother has the diary of a wimpy kid"

(my brain)compute -compute -decode

"oh your brother has that book? The diary of a wimpy kid?"

"yeah"--big toothless(y) grin

oh, neat (and a little random)!


Phew! the brother has the book; not diarrhea.

My life in 1st grade.