Kook-a-rachas and Zach Morris

20.01.07

I really don’t like them. I don’t know if it is their crunchy body. Maybe it’s their long antennae. But whenever I see one, I jump. Dead ones I don’t mind so much. In fact, I’ll hot glue them to a stick and make a movie at the expense of their carcasses. But live cockroaches and this girl just don’t mix. My boys had a fun time this week killing two for me. The one was big and his little friend decided that amidst the commotion, he would climb inside my running shoes on the ground. That meant that the Miss ran out of the classroom squirming as if one was crawling up my back. Thank goodness my boys aren’t as cruel as my dad and throw little papers at me after killing the insect as if it were still alive. This is why my father is not allowed to meet my boys.
Last week we had vacation Bible school at my church. I helped out with the 8-9 year olds, and as exhausting as it was, I had a lovely time. (Those British adjectives have a way of sticking around). I will try to get some pictures of that up soon. Using my Spanish lately has made me realize just how awful it is. I still consider myself fluent, but in the heat of the moment when I am to say something, I get the thought out but in a confused, drunken kind of way. It’s amazing these people still smile at me.
I brought a Saved By the Bell DVD to school this week and my kids are in love with Zach Morris. In fact, Cesar and Zach are very silimar in many ways, and we all have a good laugh at how comparable the two are. And, as a bonus, Slater mentioned that he wanted to “ditch school” and one of the girls was like, “Hey that’s one of our vocabulary words!” I’m so proud of those crazy kids.