Jacob is beside me as I write this blog and, budding reader that he is, I was just asked, "What's the tittle (title)?" Anyway, the point of today's entry is three new pieces of info courtesy of eldest son.
Jacob: Mom, if you say, "Put on your Hallowe'en costume and then we'll go trick-or-treating," what' s the hidden message?
Me: (Guessing that they have been learning about hidden messages at school.) What do you mean by the hidden message?
Jacob: The hidden message is that if you want to go trick-or-treating, you need to wear a costume.
Me: Oh.
Jacob: There is a hidden message in Goldilocks and the Three Bears.
Me: (Thinking that fairy tales used to have morals.) There is?
Jacob: Yes, the bears need to lock their door.
There is something vaguely politically correct about all of this. Homeschooling, here I come?
Third verbal gem from senior son: "Mom, what's a hunter's worst nightmare?"
Me: (Pondering the wisdom of a move to the depths of a county where the local high school has a special 'leaving-permission form' for the deer hunt.) What?
Jacob: A camouflage deer.
Welcome to the wilds of Ontario where today children had the choice of wearing their Hallowe'en costume or camouflage to school. When passing the schoolyard at recess (now called the Nutrition Break!), I noticed an overwhelming number of hunters under the height of 4 feet. The fairies and zoo animals could barely compete. In fact, I question how wise I was to send my two oldest as a giraffe and a zebra when their classmates are largely dressed for stalking large game. My introduction to small town life continues...
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