One Track Mind

The first day of school went well yesterday.  Sissy loves her new teacher.
When I asked Bubble if he liked his new teacher he said "I don't want to say.  If I say, you'll tease me."
Oops.
I might have made one too many jokes about his teacher last year being his "girlfriend".  My bad.
He finally admitted that he did, in fact, like her once I swore on a can of Dr. Pepper that I would not tease him. 
 My favorite thing about their first day, is that for once they didn't come home with mountains of paperwork for me to fill out.  YAY!
One thing that Bubble did bring home from school, was a "getting to know you" assignment, in the form of a paper bag.  The directions stated that you were supposed to fill it with things that would show the class something about you.  The catch, was that you had to pick one thing for each category included. 
Due Friday.
Since very often we are THAT family that ends up half a$$ing projects because we forget about them until the morning they're due- I opted to get a head start on this one. 
I sat down to go over the categories and brainstorm what we could put in the bag. 
This is how it went...
"What's a hobby or freetime activity you enjoy?"
"Playing my D.S.?"
"Cool!  What's 'one of your favorites'?"
"My D.S.  I LOVE my D.S.!"
"Okay, well, I don't think we should use your D.S. for two things, how about we do your favorite color?"
"Alright."
"Future plans or goals?"
"Huh?"
"It means, What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I don't know.  I'm bored.  Can I go upstairs now?"
"Not yet.  Moving on...what's something you would like to do better?"
"Beat levels on my D.S."
"Bubble.  Not every one of these answers can be about your D.S.!"
(At this point, he managed to answer two questions without mentioning his D.S.)
"What was the best part of your summer vacation?"
"When I got my D.S. for my birthday!"
"Ugh."
"Something that reminds you of a special time in your life?"
"My D.S.!  It reminds me of the birthday, when I got my D.S.!"
(At this point, I considered trying to slit my wrists with the sheet of paper)
"Something that you really don't like?"
"When you won't let me play my D.S.."
"Something that you're good at?"
"Beating the levels on my D.S.."

I may be mistaken, but I think the boy wanted an excuse to take his D.S. to school.  Yeah.  Right.  Like that's gonna happen...

I think the boy needs a hobby.  Oh wait!  He has one!  His D.S.!!!