A few silly stories, courtesy Teancom

Teancom is about the cutest kid ever.  Unfortunately, he knows it.  If I tell Elijah that he's "the cutest," Teancom will stop me and say, "No, Mom.  I'M the cutest."  Why is that, I ask.  "Because I'm the smallest."  Dang it!  Can't fight against that kind of logic.

Here are two funny Teancom happenings.

Danger!

Teancom was forced to stay home from school for 2 days because he got suspended.  Just kidding!  He threw up at school, but felt fine.  The school has a 24-hour sick policy:  Your kid can't attend school until he's been symptom-free for 24 hours.  So for nearly two full days, Tank got to sit on the couch, read books, and watch cartoons.  Little man was in heaven.

By the end of day 2, Tank was squirrelly.  He got pretty upset when he saw the stack of homework awaiting him.  He got through two pages before throwing a colossal fit.  "I can't do it!"  "I don't know what to write!"  Uh huh.  Feeling real sorry for ya, little one.  Also, maybe you should have eaten something for dinner, eh?

Anyways, I had to go pick up the other two kids from piano, and pitching-a-fit Tank had to come along for the ride.  He screamed at me the whole time, though he's too obedient to actually make things difficult.  Hence, it was just hilarious.  (After Miciah, they're all amateurs.)  This is what the car ride was like:

"Turn around!"

"Don't go this way!"

"I want to go home!"

"Turn the car around!"

I was ignoring him until we got to the street that the piano teacher lives on.  And then he pulled out this brilliant line:  "No!  Don't go this way!  It's DANGEROUS!"

Ha ha!  Good thinking, kid!  ...  Don't worry.  I'll be extra special careful.  Just for you.

(By the end of the night, he and I had both crashed by 8:45.  Lovely, lovely night.)

It's an Arctic Bird.  That's good enough.

We went to see Ender's Game in the theater.  It was fine, the kids liked it, that's not the point.  This story happened during the previews and commercials.  

An ad for Coca-Cola came on.  A puffin was trying to open a bottle of Coca-Cola and having a hard go of it.  A daddy polar bear who was sitting with his family nearby saw this poor struggling bird and gave him a tip:  Try opening it with your beak.  The grateful bird opened the bottle, and they all chuckled about it before enjoying their Coca-Colas together as a happy group.

At the end of this ad Rob said, "I don't think that's very believable."  

I kept it going.  "What, you don't think it's believable that a family of polar bears all shared a Coca-Cola with a penguin?"

Rob and I were giggling when Teancom, who was sitting on Rob's lap, interjected, "No!  A PUFFIN!  Not a penguin!"

I died laughing.  Of all the things that I said that were offensively unbelievable, it was that I said it was a penguin and not a puffin?!  Not that polar bears don't drink Coca-Colas.  Not that arctic animals probably don't sit around in campfire-esq get togethers.  Those things are okay.  But dang it, I better get my arctic birds straight!

Teancom loves animals.

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