The Fart Story and the Fence Story

Alright alright! Update! So I figured I'd tell you all the fart story that was voted down as an appropriate dinner story.

The other day in Three year old preschool, we were enjoying that delightful time of the day known as Table Time. This just means the kids play with things set out at the tables and do art projects. So I was at the art table helping a kid with a rather complicated project when James comes up to me. He informs me that he has to go "poo poo." Well, I inform him in return that he actually does not need to tell me these facts but can freely access the "Potty." He heads off to do his business and I keep half an eyeball on him as he goes into the bathroom, turns on the light and then very shortly later emerges from the bathroom. I rapidly calculated and determined that he had not spent enough time in the WC to have done his "poo poo" and washed his hands too. I beckoned him to my side and our conversation was as follows with me making use of my finest Serious Preschool Teacher Voice and James of his Speech Impedimented Toddler Voice:

"James, did you wash your hands?"
"No, it was onwy a toooo"
"A two? Then you need to wash your hands, ESPECIALLY if it's a two."
"Not a twooo a tooooo!"
"James, I don't understand you, if you did a number two you really need to wash your hands. We always wash our hands in preschool..."
(*long suffering whine) " But it was onwy a toooo dough!
"Well, James, then maybe you need to explain to me what a tooo is, because if it's what I think it is, you. need. to. wash. your. hands."
(*longer suffering whine) "Miss Mishler, you know, a toooo! when your bottom makes a loud noise and it's stinky!?"
*silence* James continues adding wild gestures to his explanation, obviously taking my stunned and amused silence as
further misunderstanding.
"You know! A loud noise like a trumpet! From your boom boom! Uh, and it's weaaaaaally stinky!"
"Yes. James, thank you for the explanation. I do know what a tooT is. And you are right, you do not need to wash your hands after a tooT."

So, I laughed in my head at our little misunderstanding. Also, later that day Mrs. C made me laugh nearly uncontrollably when she was helping Nick paint a paper towel roll.

Mrs. C: "Wow Nick! You're such a good painter, I should have you come over and paint my fence!"
Me: "ooooh you have a fence to paint! I love painting fences! can I come over too and help!"
Mrs. C, confused: "But I don't have a fence."
Me: nearly uncontrollable laughter.

Now I just think to myself, "I don't have a fence" and the NUL returns. Ahhh, I do love my job really. In other news, I'm keeping busy with a slew of freelance pro-bono jobs. Here's two versions for the Huron River Watershed's film festival. The first one kind of scared/confused them since it's a bit dramatic and different. So I just sent them a rather more subdued version with a bit more tie to nature I think (while still being a bit funky.)