When Tristan got off the bus, running at me at Superboy speed, he dragged me to the couch, and sat me down. He ripped open his binder in this desperation to see what color he earned in class. Now, he has always come home with a green (A conduct) and as far as I know has never gotten fussed at at school. But as he turned to his behavioral chart, I see he has earned himself a blue (for playing during lunch). He looked at the color in disbelief, as if saying "did she REALLY put blue down??" He was so paniky, I was worried I would laugh out loud at him so I told him to go to his room and I would come talk to him. A minute later when I went into his room, he was on his bed, face down, crying. It took a good 30 minutes to get him to come around. LOL! He was so upset with himself. Oh well, When Trent was in Kindergarten, a blue day was cause for celebration!!
I also want to mention about doing homework with Tristan on Monday Tristan. Tristan always gets the entire weeks worth of homework done on Monday and spends the rest of the week studying words and practicing his writing. Well, This week he was assigned writing 6,7, 8, and 9. After tracing over the numbers he filled in the empty gaps with numbers. He always does this, makes sure there is never an empty place on the page. Well, he erased his numbers 3 times and rewrote them, complaining the letters were crooked. He eventually erased the ENTIRE sheet, put the sheet up and sulked because of his crooked letters. He said he couldn't do the assignment because it was sloppy. Hmm.... I am starting to wonder if he is a perfectionist or an over achiever.
So, about the rabbit. I told the boys I was cooking a rabbit. Trent laughed, but Tristan said he was not eating a rabbit because he doesn't eat animals. Trent laughed again, but Tristan didn't see the humor in it. I informed him that he has eaten cow, chicken, pig, fish, duck and even alligator. Boy, that didn't go over well. And after he still didn't believe me, I asked him what he thought a cheeseburger was (cheeseburgers are his new favorite food). He said, "Mom, burgers are not an animal, they are a sandwich."
But, last night when they went to bed I made Rabbit Stew. We got the rabbit from a friend of ours who raises them for meat. Matt is interested in doing that also, so this was a way for us to make sure we enjoyed the taste of rabbit meat. Although it came to us skinned and cleaned and cut up, I could still tell what parts were what. I mean, I knew the front legs and back. Thank you David for making sure I didn't see the ears. I think that would have been it for me. Anyway, I dealt with it and cooked a stew. Matt made a plate and forced me to try it. It was weird, you know, cuz rabbits are so cute adn fuzzy and cute and stuff. It was like trying your pet cat. But he made me try it, and I must say, "taste like chicken!" Wonder what I should tell Tristan...
