I’m now resigned that we’re into the swing of things. Seriously. I’m getting into the groove (I actually taught today…wow!) and so is Isaac.
This means that the sharing stuff got sent home.
(deeeeeeep inhale and exhale…)
If you’ve been here a while, you all remember the heights of stress sharing caused me last year-trying to fit into these insane categories and prep the kid as he ran out the door.
The first sharing thing was to bring a bear or other stuffed animal to class. Isaac is quite attached to his fuzzy buddies and immediately ruled out three. Patrick (big stuffed puppy), Zamboni (monkey in hockey gear) and Anakin (cheetah-note the geek in training name…).
So, I tell him to just go and grab one. He zips into his room and grabs his stuffed alpaca. Yes, he has a stuffed alpaca. I figured he should know where his yarn that I make him things out of comes from-I love me some alpaca yarn!
So, I ask him what his alpaca’s name is. He tells me the following:
Where in the heck did he get that name? I quickly asked a few people via IM, and no one could come up with any good answers as to where Doris came from. It’s like Fred the Pig. Dunno. It’s just Isaac. I’ve stopped asking.
So, Doris the alpaca went to school with the Shrimper this morning, and is living in room 106 for the duration of the week, with all of the other fuzzy buddies from the first grade.
Then, as I scanned the sheet further, I noticed the sharing for the last week of the month. Investigating my name.
Seems harmless, right?
In this house, NOT SO MUCH.
Isaac has to ask us some specific questions about how he got his name, ect.
Well, umm…yeah. About that…
Let’s roll this time machine back about 6 years to us naming this darling Shrimp.
Isaac was one of the few names we could agree on. We liked the meaning (Hebrew for Laughter) and it was a name no one in the family had. He wasn’t named after anyone, for anything or given a name with a family history to live up to. He could make his own history.
So, as we were visiting my darling parents for the holidays, we were chatting about names and we brought up that we were very close to naming the baby Isaac.
My dad went on and on and on and on about the Biblical significance and this and that, when we stopped him dead in his tracks and said :
“No, not the Biblical Isaac-it’s Isaac Hayes-you know, Chef, from South Park.”
The spitting of the soda through noses ensued.
So, now, family legend is the South Park story.
We don’t mind people thinking it was Isaac Hayes for a bunch of reasons-amazing musician, activist, ect. But come on-how am I going to explain this to a first grader?
Dying to know how I’m going to handle this interview…
Let’s watch the hilarity ensue.
It will totally go in the history books of our family as one of the oddest moments ever.