September 1, 2012
Lannis: Picking and Choosing
In the realm of blackmail (I suppose), I’ve been keeping tabs on my kidlets’ schoolwork, and in order to keep the mountains of stuff they bring home contained, I tend to photograph choice items and am even choosier about what makes it into the box for posterity instead of the garbage.
So I’m a digital pack rat, really, but my rationale is that it takes up less physical space, so I’m okay with it--because it’s certainly not visual noise any longer. Heh.
Anyhow, this week I came across this.
I really have no explanation... I don’t even know what the assignment was, but clearly my child isn’t cool with people picking their noses.
Biggest nose-picker I know? Him. (Tee hee!)
In his defense, he received a check mark. So I suppose the teacher agrees?
Occasional poster at The Mrs, I'm Lannis - or Leslie, depending on which circles you're swimming. A while ago I decided that I don't care anymore, hence my general standards for life are lower than The Mrs' (but she still loves me.) [Editor: I do]
I live in a small town with my favourite people: my husband, Mr Lannis, and our two boys, along with two cats and one hamster.
If you follow me on Twitter, you might witness my issues with linear thought, road rage, spending more money on food than books, and potty mouth. Be warned.