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For 12 consecutive Wednesday evenings, G has to take a class required for his job.  He’s put it off for 3 years, but now he’s gotta do it.  On these evenings, I leave work a little early to get both mochis (usually G picks up the big one).

Today is a Wednesday morning.  This morning I drop off Big Mochi at school with Baby Mochi in tow, and they bound in to class and she tells her teacher, “My daddy’s going to school tonight so my mommy’s picking me up.”  Teacher says, “Oh, that’s great.  It’s always good to learn new things no matter how old you are!” 

One of Big Mochi’s classmates asks, “Did he flunk?”

Big Mochi doesn’t know what flunk means.

He continues: My mommy said if you don’t study hard, you flunk and have to keep doing it again until you’re the oldest kid in class.

Big Mochi immediately takes offense: MY DADDY’S SMART! (Huge frown on her face, now bright red, hands on hips – she would’ve stood up if she wasn’t already standing)

Baby Mochi picks up on her sister’s mood, mimics her stance and frown and yells: DADDY’S SMART!

The daddy-offender is now hunched over in his chair probably wishing he was UNDER it.  Poor kid never had a chance.

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