The Tooth

This is Wm's tooth after 3 HOURS in Coke (it had been pearly white). Wm was horrified.  It was also kind of soft and mushy.  Gross.

Also...

Wm: [disdainfully] Have you ever had to DEAL with kindergartners?

Me: Yeah...you.  Last year.

Wm: [snort] No.  Like a KINDERGARTNER.

Me: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Wm: Frank* at camp is in kindergarten.  And he really bothers me.

Me: Is he mean to you?

Wm: No, he's nice.  But he is NOT smart.  And it is annoying.

Me: Well, dude, he is a little guy!!

Wm: Mommy...he thinks the plural of fish is fishes.  FISHES!  [laughing] And the plural of cactus is cactuses!  I can't even talk to him.  It is so annoying.

Me: Jesus Christ, Wm, he's a little kid. Cut him some slack! 

Wm: He's only one year younger than me!

Me: Well, Wm you are in a classroom with first and second graders who are moving through the material very fast.  Frank is the only kindergartner you really talk with - I just don't think you realize how little they are.  It's totally normal and fine for him to mix up words sometimes.

Wm: I just can't DEAL with him.  [sigh]

*Names changed to protect the innocent.

And in other news, Wm is officially training wheel-less.  We were nearly there at the end of last summer, but not quite.  I took him out yesterday afternoon and he nailed it!! The only thing that sucks is that he makes me jog along side him the entire time he rides.  I thought I was going to die by the time he was finished.  He also let me cut his hair!  Wm is turning a corner: agreeing to swimming lessons, riding a two wheeler, cutting his hair agreeably, taking showers.  Growing up!!