“she totally understands the teacher, she comes from a smart family.” chicka said at the dinner table last night.
“make no mistake,” i began defending our family’s honor, “you come from a smart family too, we are very smart.”
“aaahhhhh, no we are not smart, we are street smart, but not smart smart.” said my oldest.
this got immediate agreements from both bird and chicka.
this got immediate stares between the hubby and i as we tried to register whether or not we had just been slammed.
i, personally, can attest to the fact that no street smart education has taken place in our home.
“we are not exactly top of the class material, but put us on the street and we rule.” he continued.
they then got up and did the dance we practiced the night before which consisted of “knee-to- the- face, knee-to-the- face, knee-to-the-face, and STOMP! victory dance, victory dance, victory dance.”
now before you think we are raising a gang of thugs, we had just watched ‘here comes the boom’ the night before.
apparently it struck a chord with the kids.
“street smarts? how are we street smart?” i asked the hubby.
“maybe they think we could make a home out of a refrigerator box if we are ever homeless.” he said.
and you know what?
we could totally own that street move.