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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Mama, What's A Hickey?

Seriously, a couple of days ago my darling first grader walked down the stairs and said, "Hey Mama! What's a hickey?" My very perceptive daughter saw that my jaw was on the floor. "You know, a hickey..." My mind scrambled. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Surely it wasn't in a Hannah Montana episode. Did she hear it at school? She doesn't ride a bus... I was trying to explain it physically, not how you obtain one, "It's kind of like a bruise..."

"I have to dress like one at school tomorrow," Arleigh says, matter of factly. My shoulders shrug with a visible sigh of relief.

"Yeah, Mama, we have to dress like a hickey tomorrow," Hanan chimes in, ready for a new outfit.

So now I'm thinking, what can it be? "You mean a hick?" I ask, wondering if I should be offended. I mean, I probably look like a hick every day that I go in to volunteer.

"No Mama, a hickey," they insist.

So a quick email to Arleigh's teacher and today was hippie day! Hallelujah. My faith in the public school system is restored. Tomorrow's post... Why Hanan thinks her soccer coach is mean.


Navylangs said...

O.k. - that deserves a very hearty chuckle.
And the blog looks great!

Ray, Brandi & Girls said...

Glad you got a laugh out of it. I clearly did too once I could breathe again.

Mary said...

Brandi, that was precious! Hickey, Hick, Hippie...wow! Thanks for the chuckles.

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