Those bad words that sound so funny...

So...Butt face...I mean Cameron has been on the name calling train for a solid 4-5 months now. It started by calling Uncle Benny "Shirley" and Uncle Benny calling him "Becky" and has grown to Cameron making up his own ridiculous name calling insults (moo-py doo-py and the likes of anything that ends in "py") to the kicker....calling daddy a Butt Face while playing the other night. Brian sent him to timeout sternly, and once the door was shut, we both about smothered ourselves in the pillows stifling our laughter.
The kicker came yesterday when we were playing outside and my sweet cherub middle son, grabbed his crotch and said "suck my penis."
Now, the thing to remember with Cam is that he cannot pronounce certain sounds, trucks are fucks and tree is free, and there are others but the "tr's" are the only think I can think of right now. Anyway, I wasn't sure I heard him correctly so I looked at him and said "what did you say" and he said it again. What? (again) IT (again)....Cam where did you hear that? (he named a name like Ralphy ratting out Schwartz) And I told him that he shouldn't say that. Moving one...
Now I'm still not sure what I told him that he shouldn't say, because of his 3 year old lisp. But when it sounds just like he is saying Suck and Penis in the same sentence you have to react, I mean what other word goes so well with penis....(um....thats not...oh never mind) So, now the question is where did he get that from? Brian and I don't talk like that at home, the only other place is nursery school. There is "that boy" that is always in trouble. But what do you do, chalk it up to those things they learn when you send them out into the real world, and if it is coming from his nursery school and the kid that is doing the trash talk is that kid that is just a punk and discipline doesn't make a blip on his radar, should my son be removed from that environment? Is that to dramatic? It is our baby and we don't want our 3 year old talking like that.....Why didn't God make an instruction manual?

I have just given birth...

...to a 20something page project for my Physical Education for the exceptional learner class. Its amazing how attached you can become to a totally hypothetical case study. I have made up more malarkey in the last couple months referring to my two case study students. Now normally there are laws in place about privacy and such stating that teachers can't discuss by specific name the students that they have and the conditions and disabilities they have. But that is all out the window here at The Daniels 5. So let me introduce you to Sam and Tom. Sam is a 15 year old boy who has Down syndrome. He is a good kid, sweet natured, friendly, he does have the occasional verbal outburst, but who doesn't, right. My favorite student out of this duet is Tom, Tom was injured in a horrible sledding accident last winter and is now paralyzed from C7 down. He has a great attitude about his situation and is so determined to get out of his power wheelchair and into a manual chair. He is all into getting a Sled Hockey league started up at the Morrisville Iceplex he as coordinated his efforts with the One kid...One Sled...One shot...A hockey player for life program that initiates a loaner sled program and runs learn to sled skate programs. Its awesome to see what this kid is doing. and I made it all up out of thin air! They are merely a figment of my imagination! So after grooling over this final project which is to mold all of the assignment through out the semester into one eloquently written chapter form paper. I submitted it last night and I totally have the feeling that I just gave birth. I'm exhausted and tired I just want to go to sleep, but I can't I keep reading it over, (even though I already submitted it) much like you do when you just sit and hold your new born baby because you know this baby will only be 1 hour old, 2 hours old, 3 hours old, 4 hours old, for that 1 hour and you don't want to miss it. I hold it in my hands, as if through some Devinne intervention the grade that I have earned will magically appear in red ink with a circle around it at the top of the page with a little smiley face next to it. But I'm nervous at the outcome, just like with my babies, are they going to be OK, am I going to be a good parent, are they going to grow up to be productive members of society? Well, time will tell with all thing, now it is time to celebrate with a nice frosty beverage! (let me see what do we have...Ah-HA....Segreams Fuzzy Navel! 9:45 AM never a better time than the present to celebrate with a Fuzzy Navel! Happy end of the Semester Friends! CHEERS!