Friday, November 21, 2008

The Miracle of Pizza and Tiny Plastic Things

So as I started writing this, I came to the realization that the humans I have interacted the most with in the past few weeks are all under 11 years old. And, as I'm sure so many of you know, we really do learn things from children that we seem to forget in our older years. I thought I'd share some jewels with you.

Don't throw your toys in the basketball hoop. How many of us, in the rush of our day-to-day lives, keep throwing stuffed animals in that spare basketball hoop as we head off to work or school, regardless of the consequences? One day we may actually want them back, but they're trapped in a hopeless net until someone taller than us can get them out, and I hate being dependent on tall people.

Small, brightly-colored pieces of plastic should entertain you for hours. This lesson was learned from my dear Sunbeams. At the end of the lesson, did they want to draw pictures, run outside, or sing? No! I had given them some giant, plastic jax from our lesson and what can you do with those? EVERYTHING! You can pretend they're you're eyes, you can hide them in your blanket, you can spin them on the ground or make them attack your friends! They are so fun you'll have to put them away during class because they just ooze excitement! So really, if you have any kind of colored plastic in your home, you have no excuse to be bored.

Everything is better if you shout it. It doesn't matter what you're going to say, if you shout it, it's automatically better and funnier! Also, this is a great way to impress your peers. Remember that at your next board meeting.

Someone who can scream and chase me=friend. I used to think it was a bad thing when people I didn't know ran at me screaming. What a stuffy fool I was! Kids make friends this way! What kind of friend wouldn't run after you yelling all sorts of things? Think about it next time that homeless man attacks you-he probably just wants to play.

Eating Godfather's pizza is the most exciting event EVER (AKA Pizza Party)
OK, so pizza is always somewhat exciting, but if you actually call it a pizza party......woah, I had to stop the rush of excitement that just came from writing that...then the pizza and whatever you drink tastes 50X better!
And it's always best to get the most pizza, not the best pizza, so everyone can have LOTS of it! Then the fun factor is upped so high, that just sitting there is 300% more fun than chasing friends or throwing toys into basketball hoops-though these things usually follow a pizza party. Remember that for your next board meeting.

Well I hope you've been as touched as I have. I thought I'd share one more think with you that I found as I was web-searching. It looks like a literary masterpiece meant to expand the mind of kids everywhere.


Kristina P. said...

My husband loves Godfathers, but they always screw us, so now we go with The Pie or Pizza Hut. Can't wait to meet you tonight! With my Chacon!

Kristina P. said...

Laurel, it was so good to meet you and your husband tonight! I wish I could have spent more time chatting with you. You guys are hilarious. We'll have to do it again!

jo said...

Gems all.

Since when did you become so wise?

Just kidding.

Doug Funny said...

Wow, this is exactly the kind of thing we need at our stuffed-shirt faculty referendum. Granted, there are a few who understand true joviality and good humor, and I can entertain myself with things as asinine as feeding the fish or singing to my plants, but they are way too "dedicated" it seems at times.

You've inspired me. I'll have to put together some kind of olympics using castoffs and leftovers with which we can play and of which we can finally dispose. The governor might call this "fraud, waste, and abuse", but I'll rebut that it was a "team building exercise" and "moral boosting venture". After all, everyone appreciates a man who can make them laugh.

Your comment on shouting really inspired me. I did spend one day pretending it was a musical and sang everything I said, which scared some of the students I think, but since everyone already knows I'm mostly deaf in one ear, maybe it won't surprise them if I suddenly start shouting everything.

As for the chase...that can get tricky. Might have to confine that to people in my after-hours peer group.

Thanks for your perspective. I think I'll have to visit the Neumanns again and play with their kids...

Alison Wonderland said...

Hot Dog and Bob, I smell a hit.

Jo said...

I hate depending on tall people. I was at Target yesterday, and I couldn't reach some stuff I absolutely needed to have, and I had wait around until someone who worked there AND was tall came around to rescue me. I am going to seriously look for that book at B and N. Little Man would probably love it. Reminds me of the Captain Underpants series, which is a favorite around here.

*MARY* said...

This post was just to funny to not go and see Twilight together; let's go! Really!

the letter Bee said...

I had fun talking to you and Mr. Lobbie last night! (sorry if I droned on and on about adoption. LOL)

We totally need to go see Twilight together. I'm in. Que refused to go with me.

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Bonnie the Boss said...

Fun post and everything is better and more exciting if you shout!

Token Asian Friend said...

Does "Hot Dog" have a maggot coming out of his nose?