Friday, March 11, 2011
Out of the mouth of babes...Chinatown and salami
March 7, 2011: The kids have been learning about different cultures and families. The parents (and aunty) were invited to watch a program and eat different cultural foods. I was very impressed when he told me this morning that he could speak Chinese, Japanese, German, and Hawaiian. That was until I realized he was getting speaking and nationality mixed up!
March 11, 2011: Spending the day with a so starving child who's hungry as a lion and tiger. His ancestors came from Chinatown where his surname is from. He came from Chinatown, because you used to live where your surname comes from, according to him. His mommy used to live in China and came over here on the boat and was pregnant with 5 children for 20 years. Every so often he turns to the Japanese channel to watch the salami make the water flood the houses and cars in Japan with the fire in the middle. Good laughs!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Kavin's Multi Cultural Day
Kavin's class celebrated a Multi Cultural Day at Maemae School. The kids put on a program followed by a cultural tasting feast. I promised Kavin that I would video tape him, so his mommy could see what a great job he did.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Out of the mouth of babes...Kamehameha Schools Testing
Me (to Kavin): So, on Saturday, you're going to go up to the big school to meet with the aunty about kindergarten.
Kavin *eyes rolling*: Aunty, I'm going for testing.
Mary: And when you go...
Kavin: I know. I'm going to introduce myself and ask them if they want me to show them what I know.
...Smart alack kid.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Out of the mouth of babes...No school days (Koen)
Earlier today when he was dropped off...
Koen: Aunty, my mommy said that when I don't have school, you have to watch me.
Me: Okay. I'll put you in the rubbish can tomorrow and watch it.
Koen: NOOOOOOO. I'm not rubbish. You jus take me with you wherever you go!
Me: Oh. Is that how it works?
Koen: Yep.
Later that night...
Me: Are you going to sleep on Kavin's bed?
Koen: Yes, cause I didn't get to sleep on it all week. And you didn't see me all weekend, so you miss me so much, and I have to stay with you.
Koen: Aunty, my mommy said that when I don't have school, you have to watch me.
Me: Okay. I'll put you in the rubbish can tomorrow and watch it.
Koen: NOOOOOOO. I'm not rubbish. You jus take me with you wherever you go!
Me: Oh. Is that how it works?
Koen: Yep.
Later that night...
Me: Are you going to sleep on Kavin's bed?
Koen: Yes, cause I didn't get to sleep on it all week. And you didn't see me all weekend, so you miss me so much, and I have to stay with you.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Out of the mouth of babes...Crusts and hair
Last year, Kavin's class had career month, and the moms and dads went in to share what they did for work. One of the dad's, Uncle Walter (I think), is a manager at a Papa John's. As you've probably guessed, he shared making pizza with them, and those lucky kids got to sample it. A few days later as we're driving along, Kavin tells me that the crust from the pizza is bumpy with "stuff" (while he makes motions) on it, while the crust on bread is not. Also, the crust on the bread grows hair, but the kind that Uncle Walter had doesn't. Okay, fine.
Several days later, he tells me I need to take the crusts off of his sandwich. I ask him why and doesn't he want his hair to grow. He tells me, "No, little boys don't need armpits. Only daddies and uncles have armpits." Now what does that have to do with his sandwich. Well, armpits=hair. He doesn't need any armpit hairs yet! Too funny.
I've got Food Network playing in the background. I hear Anne tell a similar story. That when she was growing up, her mom told her that the Irish believe that the crusts of the bread makes your hair grow curly. She said that she didn't need any help with that. Reminded me of Kavin's perspective.
Several days later, he tells me I need to take the crusts off of his sandwich. I ask him why and doesn't he want his hair to grow. He tells me, "No, little boys don't need armpits. Only daddies and uncles have armpits." Now what does that have to do with his sandwich. Well, armpits=hair. He doesn't need any armpit hairs yet! Too funny.
I've got Food Network playing in the background. I hear Anne tell a similar story. That when she was growing up, her mom told her that the Irish believe that the crusts of the bread makes your hair grow curly. She said that she didn't need any help with that. Reminded me of Kavin's perspective.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Out of the mouth of babes...King Jr.
Sunday night
Kavin: It's a holiday. Me: How do you know?
Kavin: Teacher said. It's the King Jr day.
Me: Oh. So we have friends coming over?
Kavin: Yeah. My friends. Maka, Pili, and Mele.
Monday morning
Kavin just informed me, "Aunty, you do know that King Jr. is dead, right? So, he's not coming to the party today, but that's okay, I'll eat the chocolate cake for him."
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