Though I had some reservations about letting him go, Jack went on a field trip today with his preschool.
He went to an ostrich ranch.
Yes, those do exist.
Ask Kellie. She has been there.
This is how he came back to me this afternoon:
And this is his story:
Mom, something very dangerous happened to me today.
What?
I was petting an ostrich and it bit me. Hard.
WHAT? WHERE?
Right here.
It was bleeding all the way down my arm.
Really? All the way down?
Yup. It was dripping off of my – what’s this called? Oh yeah, my elbow. But I didn’t need a band aid.
What’s all over your shirt?
(Looks down) Oh, that’s strawberries. They were juicy.
Wow. It looks like blood.
(Big smile) Yeah, it does.
When we first got to the farm, the man showed us how to pet the ostriches. He said “Do you want to know how to pet an ostrich? Hold its neck, and pet the side of it’s head.”
Oh wow. Really? (Because that obviously didn’t work so well for you.)
{Let’s ignore the waffles that we had for dinner, ok?}
Then he said “Do you want to know how to kiss an ostrich?” and then HE KISSED IT!! EWWWWW!!
And then we petted these parrots. And they didn’t bite us.
Then we petted the ostriches. And the one ostrich, he looked at me like this:
And I gave him some food, then he bit me like this:
and that’s when I started bleeding all over.
But not really all over, right?
Yeah. Then I got to ride a goat. And I fed the goat after I rode it. Like this.
The we went to Mt. Lemmon and we saw a cave, and there was a bear in the cave.
Jack, Mt. Lemmon is on the other side of town from where you were.
But I was there, Mom.
Ok, dear.
Then our teachers gave us b.b. guns and we shot at the bears. And they ran away…
Jack, I think you’re lying a little bit.
Yup, I am.
Ok. Can you tell me the truth about your field trip?
Well, what if I grabbed the ostriches neck after he bit me? Like this:
Wow. I’m glad you didn’t do that.
Yeah.
I had so much fun on my field trip.
I want to go again tomorrow.
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LOL!! That’s so funny. He sounds like Gary. He makes up stuff ALL the time when he’s telling me about his day. I’m constantly asking him if he’s telling me about his day or telling me stories! They are priceless though! :)
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ah yes, the art of storytelling ….
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Ha ha ha that is GREAT! I’ve been waiting for this post since your facebook status!
Um, and I am LOVING the ideas of waffles for dinner! Brilliant!
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Love it!
And next time there’s waffles for dinner, let me know. :)
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You are the great storyteller, this is so funny! :)
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Thanks for putting a big, huge smile on my face! :)
You just can’t beat the storytelling combination of Becca and Jack!!
Great photos too!!
SOO cute and funny! I love the pictures to go along with the story… I’m sure the girls in his class told a different version of that story when they got home :)
I had waffles for dinner the other night too ;)
Hysterical, and I love the blow by blow action report! At that first photo though, I thought he’d lost his arms at the ranch. Whew!
I didn’t even think of that when I looked at the picture! It DOES look like he has no arms!!!
He is a great story teller. Waffles for dinner is a great idea!
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He is an AWESOME storyteller! And the way you posted it, I could just hear him telling it!
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Hi-sterical! I love the stories they come up with!!
Looks like he inherited your story-telling ability!
Let’s hope there was some hand sanitizer between the ostrich petting (bleeding) and the strawberries. :)
Yup, you didn’t even go on the trip and you are blogging…I love your mother’s version of the ostrich too! Yup…
Okay, I was wondering too about what was all over his shirt. I’m glad to know it wasn’t blood! What a cute kid. His eyes are gorgeous. Crazy ostrich. Glad he didn’t strangle it or shoot any bears. lol
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That sounds positively terrifying. I think I’d be scarred for life. Good thing he’s not terribly upset about it!
Too cute!
And that first field trip with a school is scary for Mom!
I’m still uneasy about them and my son is in Kindy now.
Nell
That last photo is priceless. I love his beaming smile.
P.S. We have waffles/pancakes for dinner regularly…often with whipped cream and homemade blueberry sauce. :)
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Oh my. I do remember this. I love Jack. And, I love your blog
you did a fantastic job of capturing the entire relay of his experience Becca, great job…you are both creative and illustrious and I am feeling the love and the moment between you. Thank you so so much! Good job!
So glad you have pictures to go along with this and SO GLAD I read this when Max is four and narrates stories in such an expressive way!!! And that shirt looks very suspicious!! These little moments really resonate, I’m glad you were moved to capture it and share it with us. I also love it that you are conscientious enough to black out the name of his school on his shirt. Right on Mom!!
I meant, now hopefully I will at least capture one set of stories from Max before he outgrows this…does Jack still tell great stories like this?
Funny…I vividly remember going to an ostrich farm as a kindergartener or first grader. I remember some features of the farm, but not a whole lot more. Point being, I am taking up for Jack. I remember the farmer telling us, and my teacher repeating (I want to say she was looking at me…) to “not reach through the fence, and dont put your feet on the fence”. So I go all day with that on my mind…by the end of the day I just had to put my foot on the fence. So I waited til the teacher was far enough away and no one was really paying me any attention, and I threw my red Converse’d foot up on the fence, right in plain view of a gaggle..herd..swarm of ostriches. Before I knew what had happened, one of them DESTROYED my shoe. Ripped the laces out of the eyelets and rip part of the tongue off. When I jerked my foot back another ostrich wanted my shoe, so it held on to it and ran off with it…The farmer was less than thrilled that he had to chase down a defensive, mad, large bird, my teacher was less than surprised, and my Mom was..unhappy when I got off of the bus with one nice shoe and one that looked like a spit filled wood chipper had gotten ahold of it.
Ahh…life in rural North Carolina.