Happy Howlerween, Part 1

Please ignore the Howlerween mess in the background!

Sainthood

Our Sunday School meets once a month. We have, on average, 2 children (today we had 4!) each class. The Howler desperately loves her some Bible stories, and on Friday, Missy began harrassing us to ensure she would be going to Sunday School also.

Today's lesson was about Saints of God. You know, those people, from the Bible, or the past, or even today...even people we actually know, who spread God's Word. The children discussed several well-known Saints (Francis, Patrick, etc.) and even freely acknowledged people they know personally who would be considered Saints under this definition.

When asked, the Howler named My Sweetie as a Saint of God.

Missy asked the Howler, "What about your Mom?"

The Howler shrugged her shoulders and said, "enh."

Atta Girl! (NOT)

Yesterday, the Howler spent a lot of time telling us "I'm not lying." It was over stupid things, really, like whether or not she had homework. She knows the deal with homework and why we'll be hardasses about it. Still, gotta love how stubborn she is.

Later, while doing the "not homework" and her AWANAS verses, she tells her father, "Daddy, you need to understand! I had a really bad day today!"

When asked why she had a really bad day, she declined to answer, "I don't wanna talk about it." As if! You've had a bad enough day to try to brow beat me into submission, well, then, you're gonna talk about it!

First, we were told it was because she missed recess. For no good reason at all!

Then, we were told it was because, while minding her own business, she spit in the grass and someone ran and told the teacher. For no good reason at all! My Sweetie asks me to email her teacher RIGHT NOW to get a real answer. (Of course, we were told, by the Howler, "I'm not lying.")

Finally, we were told the truth. My daughter spit at one of her classmates. And, terrible mother that I am, I wanted to laugh. My Sweetie, God love him, stayed calm and managed to reprimand her without snapping out.

He then decided to inform me that this spitting thing is pretty nasty (because I didn't know?) and that it has nothing to do with her being a girl, it just pretty nasty.

I don't think he realizes that I can tell the difference--mostly because while dealing with the issue, he never made reference to "my daughter," "lady," or "little girl." And the volume level and tone of his voice. And his body language. Apparently, he has been listening to me, and the message I've been sending is getting through--at least to him. With the Howler? It remains to be seen.

OPK Ranting

I hate 99% of the kids in my neighborhood.

The mob mentality isn't attractive, and the OPK are chock full of it. And it's worse when the Urchins have an Import with them, because that girl is a big bag of bitch. Dolly & Waif are annoying as it is, and with the Import around, they are insufferable, and I want nothing more than to take a stick to their asses.

Apparenlty, last night, while playing tag, Damien, Bonk, Waif, Dolly, & the Import decided to say that the Howler punched Dolly in the back and Waif in the head. Bullshit! Those girls get threatened with a Howler punch and they bawl like they're been hit by a truck, yet the Howler was the only one crying.

My Sweetie sent them all home. Then, they came back, and were playing in my yard, without the Howler. He said, "I don't know if you're stupid, or just rude, but you're NOT playing in my yard. GET OUT!"

I wish I'd been here, because he was a lot nicer than I would have been.