Our two Dwarves are incredibly cute, well behaved and smart.
At least this is what we were told at the clinic when they were born. By the time we realized the product was not exactly as advertised, it was too late to exchange it.
But I have to admit they are extremely well coordinated.
A few weeks ago Dwarf 1 came back from school with a note from his supply teacher, specifically requiring both parents sign it by the next day (everybody knows parents never talk together about their children, single-parent families don’t exist, and moms and dads are never away from home for professional reasons for a couple of days). It was specified Dwarf 1 had tried to cut his teacher’s clothes with scissors, as well as to hit her (the note however did not say if they were simultaneous actions or if he was getting more creative as time went by).
The SAME day, Dwarf 2 was sent back home from daycare because he was sick. I told him to take a nap, only to see him come back 20 minutes later, claiming he was now feeling perfectly well. After a harsh interrogation only moms can conduct, he admitted he had faked the illness because he did not feel like going to swimming class.
We are raising terrorists, and on that day I could not even share this great news with the Man as he was working a 24-hour shift.
P.S. according to Dwarf 1’s assistant teacher, the scissors episode was not as bad as stated by the supply teacher (it seems a whole day with 26 5 and 6 years olds can really do something to your nerves) and we should wait before starting our own reality show.
Dwarf 2, not even 4, is just described as “extremely smart and a bit early” by his teachers, who actually laughed at the whole story.
Looking forward to the next 10 years.
Maple syrup and chocolate 