Okay, irony of ironies this morning. The journal question was:
"If you were an insect, which one would you be and why?"
At this point in the day, thanks to a converstaion with Mrs. J, Thing 1 has been calling me "Rat Hater" all morning, and while rats are not my favorite animals, I have no inane fear of them (at least, I don't think I do).
So, the ironic fun begins when I went to my school bag to get my notebook, and as I roll the bag over, there sits a cricket. I'm not afraid of crickets, but I wasn't expecting to find one on my bag, and it startled me, so I had to have a minor little freak out, and throw myself up against a wall and hold a chair in front of myself for protection. Well, Thing 1 comes to the rescue, and shoos the cricket away from my bag...crisis averted. Needless to say, if I were an insect, I would NOT be a cricket.
Thing 1, ever the animal lover, went on to name said cricket, and now I can't kill my little bag-squatter:
Thing 1: "Don't kill him. He will be my friend and I will name him Alex. Hi Alex!"
It made me think of the scene from Finding Nemo:
Dory: I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my squishy Come on, squishy Come on, little squishy.
Only eight more days of this insanity, and for the first time in a long time, I think I might miss it a little.
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