Last Tuesday, February 2nd. 4:51p.m.
Jack takes off his shoes, the sandstorm ensues.
I hear clink clink clink.
“Jack, what is that?”
“Rocks. I brought them home for my fish.”
“Jack, please don’t bring rocks home for your fish. He has rocks. We bought them with his tank.”
“Ok.”
Last Thursday, February 4th. 4:49p.m.
Jack takes off his shoes, the sandstorm ensues.
I hear clank clank clank.
“Jack, what is that?”
“Rocks. I brought them home for my fish.”
“Jack, I asked you to stop bringing rocks home. They’re all over the house.”
“Ok.”
Last Saturday, February 6th. 11a.m.
clink clank clink clank clink clank
“Boys, what was that?”
Michael: “Mom, Jack just threw a handful of rocks into my room!”
“Jack!!! What are you doing?”
“Sorry.”
“Where did you get those rocks?”
“My backpack.”
“Bring them to me. NOW. And no. more. rocks.”
“Ok.”
Last Sunday, February 7th. 2:34p.m.
Enough said.
Today. February 9th, 3:43p.m.
“Come on Jack. Time to go home.”
{Mom picks up coat and backpack}
“WHY are there ROCKS in your POCKETS?”
Jack’s teacher: “He said that it was ok to bring them home. We kept asking him and saying that you probably wouldn’t like it. He seems like such a good kid, we believed him.”
{This is where I explain the past week’s events to the teacher. She laughs, I laugh}
“Jack, NO. MORE. ROCKS.”
“Ok.”
{Picks up lunchbox}
“Jack, why didn’t you eat your… WHY ARE THERE ROCKS IN YOUR LUNCHBOX???”
{Teacher and Mom run out of the room laughing}
We had a long, long talk on the drive home.
I’m fairly confident that there won’t be any more rocks in the house. Or backpack. Or lunchbox.
But you know, this is Jack that we’re talking about.
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He wants to make a rock garden – it is only fair – or else he wants a rock tumbler – and you are very lucky he would rather have the rock garden!!!! Because I know you remember your rock tumbler.
Ugh…Rock Tumbler…
needs more pillows/blankets on top of the basement door already…
But Moooo ooooommmmm!!! I just want to be a singer!
http://www.pocketfullofrocks.com/
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Be glad it is ROCKS and not pinecones, frogs………I won’t bore you with the rest. You and the teacher are gonna laugh a long time on that one! Have fun with your Rock Star!
Maybe Jack needs his own special jar/tin (to be placed outside the house) to keep his collection of rocks. It is good that he’s collecting non-living things considering how many critters you have running around in the desert.
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He is SERIOUS about those fish!
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I adore this story– I’m actually on the phone with a friend right now (and another blogger!) and I just read her your post. We’re both laughing our heads off!!!
~Elizabeth
Confessions From A Working Mom
I’m surprised ROCKS didn’t show up in your tags after this post, LOL! Amanda’s reaction was great. She hears me laughing out loud, literally, so she asks. I tell her I”m reading your latest post, so she gets up from the other computer and comes to read it over my shoulder, saying “I love Jack. He’s SOOO cute.” She reads it too, and giggles.
<3 from the Koenigs! :)
Perhaps you should just let him have rocks, for pete’s sake! He obviously feels VERY strongly about having rocks!
There will be more rocks, he’ll just be much more sneaky about it! :-) It’s a rock thing, you just don’t understand. I am STILL finding rocks in Lexi’s room that she “forgot” she hid because I said, “NO MORE ROCKS!” and you know she’s almost 12!
You want to come have that talk with Boo, that would be super. I find rocks freaking EVERYWHERE. Don’t get it, can’t stand it!
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P.S. my boys grandma TAUGHT my kids to put rocks in their pockets. How’s that for influence? No idea’s there Grandma Teetsie
Ok, Becca will kill me but here goes, see I am a rock collector – I have collected rocks from Maine when we have gone on vacation, I have many rocks from North Carolina when we cleaned out my F-I-L’s house (thank goodness we had a u-haul (not for all the rocks) but for all the furniture etc. and we just filled it with great big rocks from his garden, I have a big huge rock at the end of my drive way that a friend of mine painted a beautiful picture of a cardinal and blue bird of happiness on the front of it (maybe Becca can post a pic of it sometime) I also have a friend that travels all over with his 18 wheeler and he is also collecting special rocks from special places for me. So, Becca, I am sorry to say that I must have passed this one on to Jack. Oh yeah, I am also collecting special flat rocks to build a little rock wall around my flower garden in the front yard and they are coming from Lake Ontario. So, there you go. It runs in the family.It could be worse.