Thursday, October 3rd, 2013
2 years, 10 months.
Some things in life just can’t be explained. For example, why are there over a dozen cell phone keyboards in the parking lot of your school?
Since a couple of weeks ago when we started parking next to your teachers’ Mustangs, we discovered a strange array of cell phone keyboards as we got out of my car.
It’s so strange…
There are no other cell phone parts anywhere else around. Just the keyboards.
Are cell phone keyboards hot on the black market right now?
Did a cell phone keyboard bandit run across your school’s parking lot, carrying hundreds of them over his shoulder in a giant sack, that happened to have a slit in it, causing many of them to fall onto the ground?
That’s the best explanation I can come up with.
Needless to say, you’re pretty fascinated by the mystery (and possible government conspiracy?) of these cell phone keyboards.
Our new daily tradition is that every time we now get out of or into our car in the school parking lot, you like to get down and count them.
Today when I picked you up from school, your teacher Ms. Lauren updated me on the funny thing you said to her this time:
“Ms. Lauren, there’s cell phones in the parking lot. I counted them. There’s 10 of them!”
You’re right. You indeed count 10 of them each time.
It is because of the cell phone keyboards that I now officially know you can count to 10. Because you do it at least once a day now.
Even without meaning to, you found a way to test out what you learn at school.
I think it’s safe to say that cell phone keyboards may be the most peculiar thing you will ever use in the process of learning to count.
As for the mystery of how they got there, I guess we’ll just have to ask God when we get to Heaven one day.
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Tuesday, September 24th, 2013
2 years, 10 months.
You can now correctly identify Ford Mustangs from across any intersection.
I didn’t teach you that- how did you learn that?
As we pulled into the school parking lot today, I remembered that one of your teachers, Ms. Debbie, owns a Mustang- so I parked next to it so you could see one up close.
You proudly posed for your picture next to it.
“She drives a Mustang racecar? We go to the race? I want to see Ms. Debbie race,” you told me.
When we got inside, I explained to Ms. Debbie that you believe she is a racecar driver.
It was a classic moment for me, getting to relate that hilarious information to her.
She was flattered… I think.
Then when I came to pick you up at the end of the day, I saw another Mustang convertible in the parking lot.
I had totally forgotten that another one of your teachers, Ms. Chastity, also drivers one too!
You didn’t know what to think after learning that…
Two of your teachers are racecar drivers, because, after all:
All Mustangs are racecars, therefore the people who drive them are automatically racecar drivers who compete in races.
Even now, I’m afraid to disappoint you by making the truth clear about your teachers and their Mustangs.
I’d rather you just believe that two of your teachers race each other each weekend at the Nashville Speedway.
As I parked the car at our house this afternoon, I reminded you that you have a blue toy Mustang with all your other cars in our living room.
“I do?!” you answered, very surprised.
Needless to say, you had a very exciting and pleasant dinner tonight, with your Mustang accompanying you.
I am going to be amazed if you don’t end up becoming a major car enthusiast.
It really makes me curious what you’ll have for your first car.
Well, we still have another 13 years to figure that out.
Until then, you keep doing your research. Who knows?
Maybe you’ll end up driving (and therefore, racing) a Mustang!
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