Kids are Weird

So Hayden is funny. I've been looking at some of the pictures he's taken lately. This shot is representative of most of his pictures these days. There are shots of his face while he's standing in the pantry, pictures of him in front of the TV, pictures of him with the camera on the kitchen counter and so on and so on. Occasionally I find shots of ham, his laundry, the dog looking annoyed, but the shots of his cute smiling face are my favorite.

Now here is a story from first grade. The desks in his class are arranged in groups of four, making little tables. He was assigned to sit across from his kindergarten nemesis, let's call her M. Now M is a rule breaker, and Hayden is a rule enforcer so they do clash sometimes. My favorite kindergarten story involved Hayden headbutting M on the playground. When their teacher noticed the headbutt and approached Hayden about it he told her, "She was climbing up the slide and that's against the rules. But I didn't hit her with my hands." That was his logic. Hitting with heads is okay, but hand-hitting is inappropriate. So all last year they had a love/hate relationship going on. So when I saw their desks near each other on the first day of school this year I should have clued the teacher in a bit. But I do have a bit of evil in me and said nothing. He came home early last week to inform me that his desk had been moved away from M. I asked why and he told me, "I couldn't stop laughing. She's funny. I just couldn't stop laughing at her." Now Hayden doesn't always let me know everything that goes on in class so I guessed that maybe I didn't know the whole story. Then Hayden's teacher called a couple of days ago to tell me how well he's doing. When I asked about the desk change she told me it was because Hayden thought M was pretty darn funny and couldn't stop laughing. So he was telling me the truth, which is good to know. But then I wanted to know what was so darn funny. A couple of nights ago at Cafe Rio I got my chance. I asked him what M said to make him laugh so much. Apparently the teacher had them read a book called "I'm Six", but M wouldn't stop calling it "I Hate Six". Now that's some funny stuff (?). He almost choked on the chips he was eating when he told me the title of the book, he was laughing that hard. Watching him laugh that hard was pretty funny, but I guess I'm way too old to get the joke.