Only with me will a simple question like, "Who do you want to invite from your class to your birthday party?" turn into a history lesson. I've been trying for a week to get Hambone to give me the where and the who information for his upcoming birthday party. All I'm able to get is "I don't know." It's like pulling teeth to get information from him. Who do you talk to? He named a couple kids that I'm familiar with (one of whom I believe he already has a crush on!). After some more pulling, I discover that he talks to the girl that sits next to him. I asked if he likes her, and he says, "Well I just said I talk to her didn't I? Why would I talk to her if I didn't like her?" Smart Ass.
I remember this girl from his class last year. She's very pretty,with a full head of thick, beautiful brown curls (of course, these are the important things I can remember - hair color and texture - maybe I was a beautician in another life?). I told him that I think she's middle eastern, to which he responds, "I don't know what middle eastern is Mommy, but she is lemonese". With a smile on my face, I said you mean LeBanese, it's a b, not an m, honey." He continued on saying that she told him the Italians and the Lebanese people fight. "Then tell her you are Armenian and ask her if she like hummus and tabbouleh. Don't mention you are Italian too!"
I'm not ashamed (maybe I should be?) to admit that I was an average student (this is why I'm very determined to encourage my boys to be excellent students. Luckily for them, their daddy is very smart and so far they both have inherited that gene, along with a desire to learn. I pray this stays with them!) However, despite what Assman may tell you, what I lack in book smarts I make up for in common sense. Although I will admit that my fake blonde highlights have been known to occasionally appear, causing me to make off the wall comments! Husband #2 will tell you that he looks forward to these moments as they are usually doozies! Anyway, I was not aware that the Italians and Lebanese did not like each other and wondered if it was a dislike as great as the Armenians and the Turks. Not wanting to trust the statement given to me by two second graders, I decided to do some research this morning.
My Google entry of "History of Italians and Lebanese" was a stark contrast than that of "History of Armenians and Turks". There was no mention of genocides, massacres, conflict or fighting.
According to Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_Lebanese):
Anyway, now we know he can invite her over for some baked ziti and hommus.
Until next time, don't forget to live, laugh and love.
xoxo
P.S. Please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. It was a very quick research project.
I remember this girl from his class last year. She's very pretty,with a full head of thick, beautiful brown curls (of course, these are the important things I can remember - hair color and texture - maybe I was a beautician in another life?). I told him that I think she's middle eastern, to which he responds, "I don't know what middle eastern is Mommy, but she is lemonese". With a smile on my face, I said you mean LeBanese, it's a b, not an m, honey." He continued on saying that she told him the Italians and the Lebanese people fight. "Then tell her you are Armenian and ask her if she like hummus and tabbouleh. Don't mention you are Italian too!"
I'm not ashamed (maybe I should be?) to admit that I was an average student (this is why I'm very determined to encourage my boys to be excellent students. Luckily for them, their daddy is very smart and so far they both have inherited that gene, along with a desire to learn. I pray this stays with them!) However, despite what Assman may tell you, what I lack in book smarts I make up for in common sense. Although I will admit that my fake blonde highlights have been known to occasionally appear, causing me to make off the wall comments! Husband #2 will tell you that he looks forward to these moments as they are usually doozies! Anyway, I was not aware that the Italians and Lebanese did not like each other and wondered if it was a dislike as great as the Armenians and the Turks. Not wanting to trust the statement given to me by two second graders, I decided to do some research this morning.
My Google entry of "History of Italians and Lebanese" was a stark contrast than that of "History of Armenians and Turks". There was no mention of genocides, massacres, conflict or fighting.
According to Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_Lebanese):
Lebanon opened a legation in 1946, which was transformed into an embassy in 1955. Both countries signed a Treaty of Friendship, Cooperation and Navigation in 1949.
Italy and Lebanon are linked by an ancient friendship, which finds its roots in their common Mediterranean heritage, their antique civilizations and thousands of years of common history, intense trade relations and deep cultural and human exchanges.I'm excited to share my research with Hambone! Although, he may want to do his own research, which will mean that I'll have to try and find some kind of documentary for him to watch. Is my 7 year old the only one that seems to enjoy the History channel as much as Sponge Bob?
Anyway, now we know he can invite her over for some baked ziti and hommus.
Until next time, don't forget to live, laugh and love.
xoxo
P.S. Please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. It was a very quick research project.
