Monday, February 9, 2009

Glittering

So the other day we are riding down the road and Jackson (age six) starts one of his many lectures on life. This particular lecture was titled, "Glittering".
No, seriously, Jack decided to inform us all that "Glittering" is not good. No one should ever "Glitter" because it is bad for the environment. He goes on and on the only way he knows how until he comes to the finale. He then tells us that the worst "Glittering" of all is when people throw "smoking sticks" out of their car windows on to the side of the road. I mean, you just can't make this stuff up!!!
I guess it's true that everything you ever need to know, you learn in Kindergarten!!!

11 comments:

Tara said...

That is so cute and very true! Smart boy!

fleur de lis cottage said...

Out of the mouth of babes...so cute and sweet!

Stephanie @ dirtandlace.com said...

LOL. So funny. That darn smoking stick glitter makes me mad, too!

Half Gaelic, Half Garlic! said...

That is so cute....Nick used to call them smoking sticks too!

Hope your week is off to a great start!

Lisa

3 Peanuts said...

That is the CUTEST story...I am glad you wrote it down...that is what my boys called them too smoking sticks:(



KIm

Remodeling Guy said...

That's funny! A great thing about blogging is that now you'll be able to remember.

Thanks for sharing that. Next time I have to bark at a worker for throwing "smoking sticks" on the ground, I'm going to tell him to quit glittering.

Tim

CarolinaGirl said...

They are just precious! You have a done a great job with your boys MOM! Good luck on the house. How exciting. I love the picture of the boys on the beach. They are so beautiful!

teg said...

The mention of “smoking sticks” brought a loosely related story to mind. Way back in about 1998, one of my co-workers paid me to pick up his daughter from summer camp every evening after work. At the time I was a casual smoker myself, but I NEVER smoked in my car when she was with me.
However, that didn’t keep her from seeing my cigarettes in the car, so one afternoon on the way home she exclaimed, “YOU SMOKE?!?!” She was incredulous. I told her “yes, but not all the time, and don’t you dare tell your parents that I’ve ever smoked with you in the car because I haven’t!”
She responded, “When I become President, I am going to make it a law that all cigarettes be buried so far in the ground that no one can ever find them. Then no one can smoke and all the air will be clean and clear!”
She was seven-years-old.

Cyndi said...

Love it. You have to make sure you have that conversation written down in a scrap book for him. Tell Jackson I can't stand to see someone throw their smoking sticks out the window it puts me in a bad mood. Have a good week.

Heather said...

Ha. I love this story.

Terri said...

Hehehe....that is sooo cute!

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Terri

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