Five Kids in Six Years, No Multiples. Our House is Always Crazy, Rarely Quiet, and Full of Love.

Five Kids in Six Years, No Multiples. Our House is Always Crazy, Rarely Quiet, and Full of love.

Hockaloppers

Miss Boo excitedly ran into the house from the backyard. “Look! Look!!” she said, as she held out both hands to show us the treasures she had found.

“Can I have a basket? Or a bag?” she asked. “I need to take these to school for my teacher.”

To which my husband said, “No, your teacher didn’t ask for those.”

They went back & forth for a bit on whether the teacher really asked the kids to bring them in or not — my husband doubtful, despite Miss Boo’s enthusiastic attempts to change his mind.

As he was getting her a plastic bag to hold them, he asked, “What does your teacher call those things she asked you to bring?”

“Hockaloppers,” was Miss Boo’s response.

My husband then told her, “I call those things helicopters.”

“Yeah! Yeah! That’s it, that’s what they are!” Miss Boo concurred.

“Did your teacher really ask you to bring those to school?” my husband asked.

“Maybe.”

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