Part of the school day routine is that when it's over, you ask the Boy how his day was and he'll reply (in a thoroughly bored tone) Guuuud. And then you ask him what he did or what he learned and he'll tell you that he doesn't remember. Which is when Daddy usually says, "Then what the heck are we sending you to school for?" which usually prompts a giggle.
Sometimes if you get the conversation going right, you can mine that little brain and you come up with diamonds. Schooling miraculously becomes apparent. And then there's the conversation the Boy had with Mamma:
Boy: Did you know that the Earth is a rock? We live on a rock?
Mamma: It is? Then how do all the grass and trees grow?
Boy (full of grade one attitude): The rock's on the inside. And it's not a circle, either or you'd drive right off it.
Mamma: What is it?
Boy (still full of grade one attitude): Don't you know your shapes? It's a spear. Not un sphere, because that's francais and we're talking english.
Mamma: A spear? Like a spear you chuck?
Boy (puzzled): Like an egg?
Mamma (now also puzzled): What? An egg?
Boy: You said chucky egg.
I figure that somewhere up in heaven, Lou Costello has his TV set permanently tuned in to watch my family.
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