Kennedy's grumpy morning

So today Kennedy was running out of the house without shoes on. Tom sits her down on the front porch steps and says "Hey Missy, sit down and put those shoes on". She is then super grumpy on the way to school. He tries to cheer her up and tickles her side until he can get a laugh. She hates being tickled in the side I guess. Then he says "Goodbye, I love you" while giving her lunch money. She refuses to talk so he says "What? You can't say I love you to your dad? Well, if you don't I won't give you lunch money", just joking around with her. She refuses, and heads into school. Tom gives the money to Jonathan to give to her for lunch.

Here's what this translates to at school:

Kennedy walks up to the teacher and asks to borrow money for lunch. Then tells the "story" to her teacher. Here's her interpretation: "My dad was tickling me in the wrong spot, and I didn't like it. I wouldn't say a certain word, so he wouldn't give me money."

Oh....My.....Gosh.......

We laughed hysterically when she retold this story to us, but then I thought. I wonder what the teacher is thinking right now!

Wait, someone's at the door. Oh hello children services. 

Stay away from kids with saws!

So we were visiting Penny Sunday and noticed some commotion across the street. A few boys were in their tree screaming stop at their little 3 year old brother. He was trying to hit them with a saw. A REAL saw. We adult neighbors of course start yelling for him to stop. He doesn't, so I get up and march across the street. I looked at the little boy as I edged closer and said "put it down, now", I keep getting closer urging him to put it down. Then he starts walking towards me, still with it raised. I think "oh, crap, he's not dropping that" I am now backing up, then he starts into a run swinging it! I take off across the street while his brothers grab him and drag him back home. NEVER in a million years did I ever think I would be scared of a 3 year old! Also, NEVER in a million years have I been so happy that someone else's kid is not mine! If he were my child I would be sleeping with one eye open!

By the way. Where was my husband this whole time? Backing me up until I started running, at that point he was just about rolling on the ground with laughter. It was pretty hysterical!