Regular, Honors, Advanced Placement

Mums and Pops had a weird conversation...or maybe a small tiff at dinner tonight. It was just small talk at first - kiddos in general, friends with kiddos, then their childhood. How strict or not-so-strict. Things they liked or didn't like. Fun times or boring times.

Then I got involved some how. Like I wasn't even sitting there hearing them or knowing what they were saying. I just couldn't tell them what I was thinking!

Ummmm, hello you crazy people. I'm sitting right here. I'm not even 2 years old yet so why are you talking about me playing the pinano (piano), joining sports or being involved in extra crackler (cirricular) activities.

Mums and Pops just sat there. Eating dinner and tiffed about whether I'm an A-student or average student.

Ummmm, what's a student? A - B...that's as far as I can go. Is that what you mean?

Pops says there's always room to try harder. Mums says as long as I try my super-duper hardest, she'll take whatever grade I get. Pops didn't like that Mums said that. It just went on forever and ever and ever it seems like.

Ummmm, I still need to pass Pre-School!