“Zoë and Zane, did Mommy sign your agenda?”
Fair question and simple enough I thought. Zoë and Zane are both required to keep an agenda for school that essentially lists what homework assignments are due, what tests are coming up, etc. etc. Our job as parents is to match what the kids have written in their agendas with what the teachers have listed on the school website taking into account that there may have been additions or omissions based purely on whatever the kids say.
It’s also a handy place to correspond with the kids’ teachers. We sign the agenda nightly and as does the teacher. Well, we’re supposed to sign it nightly. I have a tendency to forget. Maura doesn’t. And as she had been helping the kids with their homework I assumed she had signed the agendas but wanted to make sure.
“Yep!” “Yes!” they both responded.
Zander, looking puzzled, stopped eating his cereal and put down his spoon. “But Zane is a boy,” he eventually offered.
“Yes he is Zander. What does that have to do with anything?”
“He doesn’t have an agenda. Boys don’t have agendas.”
And then it hit me.
“Agenda, Zander. A — GEN — DA. Not vagina!”
“Ohhhh!! That makes more sense.”
The confusion cleared he then happily returned to his cereal leaving me to wonder what other oddness fills that tiny head.