Aye, me mateys, it's International Talk Like a Pirate Day! And so, I spent my morning talking to Matey and Lassie with a pirate voice that is oddly Scottish in inflection.
Arrrrgh.
It was probably just what we needed after 12 tense hours. Anger, disappointment, tears, fear, upset. And these were just some minor childhood issues.
But I can tell that third grade is going to kick all of our butts. Between the homework (of which there is more and harder, just like the classwork), increased expectations and responsibilities (and this whole sophisticated behavioral reward/consequences system), shorter playtime, stricter bedtime. It's just not as fun anymore. And that's a hard realization and adjustment. For all of us. Isn't one of the definitions of growing up accepting that you have to do things that you don't like to do? I've been saying for a long time that I can see how eight-years old is closer to ten than five; third grade--especially in a new bigger building with their own lockers--compounds that. And there's attitude and stress and confusion to go along with all of it.
Still, they laughed hysterically over my pirate act (though begged me not to talk to the bus driver like that, so we have entered the embarrassing-mom phase), which means they're still pretty much kids.
Yo-ho-ho!
I know I say this all the time and i know it's been a little more difficult with all the changes but what a fun home to live in. It's what I dreamed for as a chid. Oh and every time I try to do any accent its bad and never sounds like it's supposed too!
ReplyDeleteFacebook used to have Pirate as a language option -- so, of course, I chose it. It was hilarious for a while, but then I got tired of it and switched back to English. I suspect 24 hours is plenty long enough for talking like a pirate.
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