Stories from Mom

The other day dg5 came home from preschool and said, Mom, do I have any extra money?"
"Yes," she said.
"Mom, we need to put my extra money in the bank."
"Yeah, we can put your money in your piggy bank."
"No, the BANK," he says.
"In the Hughes Federal Credit Union Bank?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."

We're guessing he learned something about banks in preschool.


The same day wg3 and Mom were at the scout office. wg3 was beahaving like a 3 year old, mixing up the pencils, waving the restroom key around over his head and wanting to duel with his light sabre. He very frankly asked the lady at the counter for a pocket knife.

On the way out he showed his mother a sly grin. She stopped. "What are you smiling about wg3?" No response, he just cocked his head to the side and kept on smiling. Mom noticed he had a hand over his pocket. She moved his little paws and found it full of pins and belt loops; rewards for scouts who achieve a certain amount of completed tasks.

"wg3, if we had left the store with those that would be stealing. We don't do that. When you steal the police come and take you to jail."
To which he replied, "How do you get the police officers to come?"
"You call them."
"Can we call them now?"
"No."
"But I want to call them. I want to have them over for dinner."

We think he is missing the point.