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Two weeks in

The boys have survived the first two *full* weeks of school.  There were no long weekend or teacher prep days in there and they had to deal with getting back into the swing of things feet first.  Our prep for going back to school didn’t work out as planned and the boys went back in a rush rather than a slow peaceful transition.  And even though I could beat myself up over that, I choose not to.  Yes, I did admonish my timing a bit but “oh well”.  It happens and they survived.  Life goes on.

The first two weeks have been different for each child.  I now know how differently my children actually are from one another and I knew not to expect Mats’ experience to be anything like Maks’ experience was.  They are just that different.

Mats first couple weeks were nowhere as traumatic as Maks were when he started grade one.  Mats’ has been going to this school for two years now, he knows where things are and he knows the staff in the office.  Even though he is the more introverted of the two boys, he is very comfortable in his surroundings and that makes a big difference.  Mats’ also has (what I like to call) “hand me down” teachers.  Both his English and his French teacher have taught Maks before so when they saw Mats name they recognized him as the little brother.  Mats’ English teacher is the summer school teacher that helped Maks master reading.  From what I remember of her, she is very patient and willing to help.  Mats’ French teacher is Maks’ grade two French teacher.  She is quiet and reserved but spends a lot of time helping the children understand what they are doing rather than just having them complete tasks.  When you are just starting to learn a brand new language this is important.  So far Mats’ only complaint is that he has way more homework now than he did in kindergarten.  And if that is the only complaint, I am good with that.

Maks’ first couple of weeks has been similar to this brother.  He thought he was getting teachers that he had had before but it turns out there are two teachers with the same name teaching the same grade (talk about confusing!) and he ended up with the teacher he didn’t know.  He is in a split class so he is getting some insight into what the older kids are doing and what will be expected of him next year.  I think this is a good thing, him not so much.  He really likes his English teacher.  She is very modern and doesn’t believe in homework so they will not be getting daily homework this year.  They will get major projects but no tasks to complete at home on a regular basis.  She created a group text and she sends out updates to the parents via group messaging.  It is interesting.  I am not used to having this much information on his daily activities but I do like that she has the parents involved.

So far neither has had any major disasters and they seem to be adjusting to things with relative ease.  Hopefully the rest of the year stays just like this.

Summer So Far

So far this summer Maks has had an ear infection, a sinus infection, three unknown bruises and cut on his leg.

So far this summer Mats has had a horse fly bite (that he didn’t feel at the time but it eventually started to swell and he noticed it), an elbow to the head, a cut on his finger and one scrapped knee.

Given that we are now three weeks into summer holidays we are doing pretty good for injuries.  My children are not the most graceful creatures and tend to fall over their feet more times than I like to admit.  So when they have unlimited amounts of lightly supervised free time, it is inevitable that they are eventually going to fall over themselves or each other and get hurt.  By this point I was expecting something pretty serious to have gone down but the boys have surprised me and managed not to hurt themselves too badly.

 Now, I am not wishing bad luck onto my children but I am realistic enough to know that if it is possible they will get hurt then they will most likely end up getting hurt.  They won’t break bones or anything but falling off things, getting cuts or bruises or scratches are all highly probable occurrences especially in the summer.  There is something about the summer that just makes the boys forget to watch out for things.  

REWIND!!

So as I was writing this I was thinking to myself “I wonder if I am jinxing things by saying the boys have been having an OK summer so far”.  Then I decided to take a breather from writing the post and focus on other things.  I am back now and I can tell you that I totally jinxed the boys and the evening I started writing this post, things started to go downhill.

Once a week Maks has judo classes.  He goes in for an hour and a half and throws kids, kids throw him and they do this on and on.  He has gotten really serious about judo and he even went to class last week when he had the ear infection.*  This week was his first week back since being sick and he seems to have bounced back really well.  Because of his size he was paired with a kid two belt classes higher than he is.  This is nothing new.  The sensei likes to pair kids based on size not skill.  Which if you think about it, makes sense.  You can have a huge kid and a little kid in the same belt class and the potential for someone to get hurt is really high.  So they paired up based on size and the sparring began.  The class went as planned and nothing too crazy went down.

Until after the class.

As Maks was leaving judo, he started to throw up.  Turns out that the other kid was throwing him too hard and he kept landing on his ribs.  It was enough jostling and flipping that it got him physically ill.  This has never happened before and he was really shaken up by it.

 And not to be out done; that same night Mats started getting random headaches.  He will just be sitting there colouring or drawing or playing on his tablet and his head will just start hurting.  It hurts him so bad that he will just start crying because it hurts so much.  At first I thought he got hit on the head but he wasn’t.  I keep an eye on him at night to make sure he doesn’t have a concussion.  And if the headaches come back, I will take him to the doctor.

 *he didn’t participate in the class but he still sat on the bench and watched them practice.  He wants to show the sensei he is serious about the class and moving up in the ranks.

Portion Control

I am the horrible hybrid of a binge eater meets a grazer.  I have the awful ability to eat all day long and still overeat at the end of the day.  It is horrible.  I know I am an emotional eater but I am also never seem to get that full sensation until I cross that invisible line into uncomfortably full.  Millhouse has his own eating issues.  He is a social overeater.  When he is at work that is when he eats the most and it is because everyone around him eats.  They treat meals like a eating contest and the group of them will try to outdo each other by eating large amounts of burgers or pizza or burritos.  He will gorge himself on foods but only when other people can see him.  We each have our own food vices and I have always believes this is something I dealt with on our own but it turns out it is not.

The boys eat have their own food vices.  Maks is just like me.  Maks can eat all day long, never seeming to get full, and then overeat at the end of the day.  And unlike me, he doesn’t just eat bad things.  He can binge on healthy foods too.  In fact most days he grazes on healthy foods throughout the day and then at night he will binge on unhealthy foods.  He can spend an entire day eating sandwiches and fruit and then decide he wants a big plate of nachos an hour after he has had dinner.  If I try to replace the nachos with fruit or vegetables, he will still eat it but he will stay hungry and get up at night to tell me he his hungry.  I have been trying really hard to control what Maks eat but no matter what I do he just eats and always seems to be hungry.

I have taken him to the doctor and medically, there is nothing wrong with him.  He is healthy but husky.  He is not big boned but he is going to grow up to be a thicker person.  The doctor is not worried but I am mostly because I know that my bad habits are the reason why he eats the way he does.  He sees his father and I eating this way and he thinks it is OK.  When we try to change our eating habits, he notices that and he sees we are trying to make a change but because we can’t make the change stick, he doesn’t change either.

 Mats is nothing like his brother.  He is on the complete opposite side of the spectrum.  Rather than eating too much, he hardly eats at all.  Most days it is a miracle for him to eat half a hot dog.  Half a hot dog to Mats is the equivalent of a large turkey dinner to another person.  I can put plate after plate in front of Mats and he won’t eat any of it even if it something that he really likes.  The most he will eat is a couple of bites before he goes back to doing other things.  I have taken him to the doctor as well and the doctor says Mats is healthy.  He won’t be a bruiser when he grows up but he is a perfectly normal, slim little boy. 

 It is frustrating because as much as I want Maks to stop eating so much, I want Mats to start eating more.  It’s as though they don’t listen to what I tell them instead they are internalizing what I am saying to their brother.  Mats hears me tell Maks not to eat so much so he stops eating.  Maks hears me tell Mats to eat more so he starts eating more.  They are doing the opposite of what I want them to do.

 I can’t seem to find a happy middle ground.

Story # 2: The Jaws of Life

Since I shared the story of Mats and the rum smuggler, it is only fair that I share one of Maks’ stories. Alas, his story has nothing to do with under-aged children smuggling alcoholic beverages into school during lunch. But he does have the Jaws of Life, so his story is just as interesting.

Maks’ class shares its classroom with another class. So for part of the day, they are in one room and for the other part of the day, they are in the other room. They have their desks and such but everything is shared; tables, chairs, books, you get the idea. Anything personal is kept with the kids but everything else is fair game. One room has been bag chairs for the kids to sit on and the other room has proper little plastic desk chairs.

This story starts with the proper little plastic desk chairs. The chairs are what you would expect them to be. They are hard plastic with a rigid back and a small square hole cut out of the back of them. I assume the hole in the back is for air flow given that plastic isn’t very breathable but it could just be the design of the chairs.

For the most part, the kids like the bean bag chairs the best. And really, who wouldn’t? They are squishy and fun to sit on. But there is this one little girl in Maks’ class that prefers the proper little plastic desk chairs. She doesn’t like them because they are more comfortable or easier to sit in, she likes them better because she can show off her athletic prowess in them. She likes to contort her body and squeeze herself through one side of the chair and then pull herself out the other. Given how small the hole is, it is a pretty neat trick to see.

Until the trick stops working.

One lunch break, S decides she is going to squeeze herself through the chair and amaze her classmates once more. So she lies on her tummy and pushes her legs through the hole in the back of the chair. She makes it halfway and realizes that she is stuck. She can’t get the rest of her body to go through the way it normally goes through. She wiggles and she squeezes but nothing happens. She is good and stuck. Then she does what any eight year old who is stuck in a chair would do, she calls out to her friends for help. They try to push her through, they try to pull her out, they take off her sweater and help her wiggle but she is not going anywhere. So they have to call the teacher over. The teacher tries to lift the chair off of S. She tries to pull her out or push her through but she is just not moving so she calls in adult reinforcements, in the form of the custodian.

The custodian comes in and works with the teacher to try and dislodge the child from the chair. They try wiggling her, pushing her, pulling her but she is good and stuck and they call in more adult reinforcements, in the form of the admin staff from the front office. Now the room is it a buzz with activity; it is full of adults who are standing looking bewildered at a child stuck halfway through a chair, the child in the chair is bawling and terrified because she can’t get out and the other kids are all standing around shouting encouragement and trying to help. In other words, it’s chaos.

The office staff decided to take a different route from what the other adults had done so far, they know that there is only so much that they can do and they go off to call the child’s parents and the fire department. They need her parents to come in and give the fire department permission to assist in this very odd situation. S’s dad comes in just as the fire department is pulling up. He walks into the room to find S halfway through a chair, crying and very scared. He finds a flabbergasted teacher and custodian trying to figure what to do and an office staff asking that he sign a bunch of papers. The firemen just stand there for now because there is nothing else they can do. The teacher ushers the rest of the class out of the room so things aren’t as chaotic but that doesn’t really stop them. They crowd around the window in the other room to watch.

Right after S’s dad signs the papers from the office, the firemen all converge on S. They give her a teddy to hold and they try to get her out of the chair. When it is confirmed she is really stuck, they break out really big bolt cutters and she freaks out. There are now firemen coming after her with giant tools. Her dad has to calm her down and keep her still while the firemen cut her out of the chair. The firemen cut the chair in half, freeing S after being stuck in the chair for two hours and her dad takes her home.

I doubt she will ever be trying that trick again.

When Batman versed Superman

*Spoiler alert* I give away the end of Batman vs Superman in this post. If you don’t want to know what happens, don’t read this post. You have been warned.

Last weekend, we took the boys to see Batman vs Superman. We waited until some of the hype had died down because dealing with the crowds, showing up two hours before show time and line ups are not my thing. I just can’t deal. I know this and because I know this, I don’t put myself in the situation where I know I am going to get mad dealing with the things I know I can’t deal with. Makes sense, right? Based on my past experiences, I know it is better to wait a week than try to fit a round peg (me) into a square hole (super crowded place I don’t want to be in).

Last weekend was the perfect time to go, the theatre was packed but we didn’t have to line up before and we were still able to get pretty decent seats showing up twenty minutes before show time. All in all the movie was alright. I really liked Wonder Woman but didn’t really like Batman or Superman. Batman is not supposed to carry guns so him having a kryptonite shooting gun bothered me. He should have found some other way to get the kryptonite into Superman. Batman with a gun is a cop out, in my opinion. He has an advanced military research facility with the best scientists in the world working for him, he is supposed to be beyond guns. And Superman is kitty-whipped. Am I the only one that sees this?

For what it was, it was nice to see a movie with the kids (that wasn’t animated) but I think I would have enjoyed the Jungle Book more.

Now here is the most interesting observation of the entire movie and it comes from Maks. Towards the end of the movie, when Superman dies (I warned you) his mother Martha comes in and give Lois Lane the ring that Superman was eventually going to give to her. And Maks had this reaction (and yes, we talk during movies. It’s not loud but there is a running commentary throughout just about every movie we see).

Maks: “Is that a marriage ring?”

Me: “Yes”

Maks: “They are supposed to get married?”

Me: “Yes.”

Maks: “Can dead people get married?”

Me: “No.”

Maks: “Then that’s dumb. Don’t they know dead people can’t get married? He shouldn’t have given her a ring.”

Me: “Superman got Lois the ring because he loved her and he didn’t know he was going to die. He thought they would end up getting married. Now stop talking.”

Maks: “I still think it is dumb. He wouldn’t be dead if he didn’t keep trying to save Lois.”

And I agree with him. I am not a lovey dovey type person. For the most part romance and sentiment are lost on me. But if Superman stopped swooping in the save Lois, then maybe he wouldn’t be dead and she wouldn’t be Superman bait all the time.

Just saying.

I am looking forward to seeing the Jungle Book though.

Quality conversations

Conversations in my house are strange. They seem to happen in these overlapping waves. I am used to conversations being between two or more people where everyone takes a turn talking and expressing themselves. It used to be like that but lately it seems like our conversations are being spoken over other random conversations with other people all at the same time. Usually the other people talking over the conversations are the boys. It never fails, when Millhouse and I are sitting in the living room; engrossed in our own thing and not speaking at all, no one else speaks. But then we start speaking and the boys decide that is best time for each of them to start speaking at once. It is a strange phenomenon.

Here’s an example of what happens:

We are all in the living room and no one is speaking. Like no one at all. Millhouse is playing clash of clans on his phone, the boys are watching TV and I am reading. It is quiet except for the TV.

Then it happens. Millhouse makes some comment about something, and the rumbling, waves of conversations begin:

Millhouse: Today I heard about this climate change thing on the radio. Did you hear about it?

Me: No, I didn’t hear it. What’s it about?

Millhouse: It is about th…   *Cue Mats and Maks to start babbling about something at the same time*

Mats: Mommy, Ronald made a giant chicken today at school. IT WAS GIANT!!!!

Maks: Mommy, when we were playing tag, Sam ran right into the playground. RIGHT INTO IT!!!

Mats: Mommy, I don’t like salami. I only like crunchy things. Tomorrow just give me salami in my lunch, nothing crunchy.

Maks: Mommy, I have homework but I am not going to do all of it today. I will do some of it today and the rest tomorrow. And then I will study for my test after I do all my homework tomorrow.

And then the conversation between Millhouse and I ends. We are distracted by the giant chicken, asking questions about playground antics and all the other things that the boys have thrown at us in the last twenty seconds. The boys will continue for a little while longer and then they too get quiet. It is like the lay in wait for someone to break the silence and then all the things they have been wanting to say all day comes tumbling out.

I am not sure why information gets passed along like this. I don’t believe in the old school thinking that children should be seen and not heard. I encourage my kids to talk as much as they want. Sometimes they talk for hours on end about everything and anything that crossed their mind and sometimes they just don’t. Like everyone else, they get distracted by other things in their life, like Minecraft and Pokemon, and forget they have things to tell me. They only seem to remember when they hear Millhouse start talking to me and then the waves of conversations start.

I wonder how long this will last?

Why I opted out of parent teacher interviews

Right after the holidays it was report card time. Because of the work action at the end of the last school year, all the report cards were cancelled in June and we didn’t get them at all. Instead, we got a note from the teacher telling us whether or not the child had passed into the next grade. It wasn’t very helpful but now with everything settled, we would finally get a report card.

Given that Mats had been given the principals award a couple weeks earlier, I figured his report card would be a reflection of everything his teacher had already told me. And it was.

Now Maks, he’s the wildcard. I know how hard he has been working at home. I see him doing his homework and practicing so it came down to if his teacher was seeing the same things I was. Most times she isn’t and I was right. Even without looking at the report card, I knew what to expect from his teacher. She has been very blunt about the fact that she doesn’t want him in French immersion. She has made that clear every time I have gone in to see her. She just doesn’t think he can do it. This gets me mad because the teacher he had in-between this teacher, thought he could do it. And she helped him improve greatly. But this teacher has decided it cannot be done and she decided this two years ago. When he was a completely different type of student. And to make things worse, thinking he can’t do it is one thing but she takes her opinions one step further, she doesn’t teach him so when he falls down she can point it out and use it as justification for him not excelling in the program.

Now, I do not suffer from the “Little Emperor” complex. I am fully aware of the capabilities of my children and will not go out of my way to tell a teacher she is wrong just to spare my children’s feelings. I recognize in a very realistic way what my kids can and cannot do. But this teacher is wrong. She is biased against Maks, for whatever the reason and I just don’t have time for it.

In grade one she gave him a couple of months to see if he would be the student she wanted to teach and when she decided that he wasn’t, she stopped teaching him. And she has done the same thing now even though his work and work ethic have improved greatly since grade one. She refuses to read with him and when she does she will stop half way through the book and tell him he is not reading it right and then dismiss him. She doesn’t tell him what he is doing wrong or how he can improve, only that he is not doing it right. The same thing applies to his written or oral work. She has no problem telling him he is not doing it right but won’t tell him how to fix it or what she expects to see from him. This behaviour breaks Maks down. He just feels like everything he does is wrong even though it isn’t. He sees his classmates moving ahead but he is not because she just does not give him as much time as she gives the other kids. It’s frustrating for me because I want to help him but how can I help him if I don’t know what’s wrong.

So I didn’t bother going into parent teacher night. I have no interest in listening to her tell me that he is falling down in key areas but not responding when I ask her why she doesn’t read with him more. So I have gotten Maks a tutor who can help him with his French and I am declining any meetings with his teacher. Unless she has something constructive to say, I have no time to meet with her.

What happened in between

I haven’t blogged in a really long time. Almost six weeks, which isn’t the longest that I have gone without blogging but it very close. I have been around but blogging has been really low on my list of things to do.

So here is what has happened since I last blogged (in no particular order. This is just as I remember things):

  • Mats won the principals award. He has been doing really well this year. He is now the “big” kid in his class. He has taken on more of a leadership role and his teacher really likes that. She wants him to start practicing for next year now. He knows the curriculum really well and having him review is not helping him anymore. So he needs to start working on the curriculum for next year so he doesn’t get bored. Based on all this, his teacher decided to give him the principal’s award at the last celebration assembly. He was pretty proud of himself, as he should be. He was telling us for about a week before the assembly that he would be getting the award but he didn’t know the exact date of the assembly. It wasn’t until his teacher sent home a note that we knew when it was all going to go down. Since I was back at work, I could not go but Millhouse and Beanz went that morning to see him get his award. He was super excited to see that he had a cheering squad and he held up his award proudly for them to see. That night we had bacon pizza for dinner because how else would you celebrate getting the principals award when you’re five.
  • The NP was on TV. Well, she was on more than TV, she was in the local paper and on TV. Her drum squad was featured for being the youngest group in the province to actually perform and compete for drumming in the province. Which is pretty damn cool. But the fact that she is also the only girl in her squad is also a pretty big deal. She has been drumming for forever now and she holds her own against the boys and now she is being recognized for just how good she is. It is a pretty cool accomplishment she has achieved.
  • Trinidad happened. I LOVED it. It helped heal me. I needed it. LOVED IT.
  • Millhouse discovered a ghetto version of Dave and Busters about two blocks away from the house. It is a small laser tag/mini golf/arcade type place. It doesn’t look like much from the outside and the inside is really small but for what it is, which is a place for the kids to burn off energy, it is really good. It is the type of place where we can take the kids on a Sunday afternoon when they are bored out of their mind and it will keep them busy. They have been a couple times and they seems to really like it. Mats gets really exciting about getting to go there. I think it is because he is finally getting included in some big kid adventures. I thought it was expensive until I found out there was a wagjag deal for it. Now that I have coupons, we will be going there more often. J

Jack Sprat and his brother

Maks is a big kid.

Like a big kid.

He is eight years old and weights 100lbs. He is over five feet tall. He is taller and heavier than just about every other kid in his class. He is bigger and heavier than most of the kids in the grades above him as well. He is routinely getting asked if he is older than ten. Most people just do not believe he is eight by looking at him.

But he is eight.

Mats is a little kid.

Like a little kid.

He is five years old and weighs less than 40lbs. He is just over three feet tall. He is smaller and lighter than just about every other kid in his class. He is lighter and smaller than most of the kids in the grade below him as well. He is routinely getting asked if he is younger than five. Most people just do not believe he is five by looking at him.

But he is five.

Having a really big kid and a really little kid makes things complicated when it comes to food, eating and dinner time. Maks will eat everything that is placed in front of him and then he will go on and eat something else after he has had his meal. He will generally have a pre-dinner snack, followed by dinner followed by an after dinner snack. His eating isn’t just about junk food either, he has no problem finishing off containers full of fruit, smoothies, cereal, or crackers and cheese. He eats continuously throughout the day and he is starting to show just how big he is.

Mats, on the other hand barely eats; he will nibble occasionally but unless he is forced he routinely never finishes his very small meals. Mats refuses to eat anything that is wet, has a sauce, cannot be held or is hot. He needs to eat handheld foods that leave his hands dry and cool. Pasta, soup or rice is not something he eats. In fact, suggesting pasta, soup or rice leads to meltdowns and tears and the occasional throwing up. He also cannot eat large portions of anything. If his dinner is larger than a hotdog, he won’t be able to eat it all. It is as though his stomach just will not allow that much food.

I am the proud parent of Jack Sprat and his little brother. If you don’t know the nursery rhyme; Jack Sprat could eat no fat. His wife could eat no lean. In between the two of them, they ate the platter clean.

In this case Jack Sprat is Mat and since he does not have a wife, Maks is the partner in crime. Between the two of them, I spend almost $1000 a month on groceries but neither of them has the same dinner. Most nights Maks will get a large plate of food with protein, carbs and a bit of veggies. But Mats will get a considerably smaller plate with a few pieces of protein (if I am lucky), a bit of carbs and loads of vegetables and salad.

It seems so odd to me that either will eat what the other one likes. The both refuse to eat like the other. The doctor assures me that they are both healthy and not to worry about how or what they are eating. He says when it comes to food, as long as they are eating, they are OK but I still wonder if they are getting enough.

For now though, I have the living version of a nursery rhyme at my dinner table.

Mismatched

Maks is going through some stuff. For those of you that have never had the honour of meeting Maks, he is of mixed race.  (So is Mat for that matter)

Millhouse is a pasty Eastern European / East Coast Canadian. He says the word sun and he gets sunburnt. This is not an over exaggeration on my part. This is a statement of fact. When we went to Cuba, I thought I had covered all his exposed areas in sunscreen but I didn’t. I missed his ankles and his ankles burned. Literally HIS ANKLES!! He had to walk around with Colgate on his ankles because he got a sun burn on his ANKLES. When does that happen??

I, on the other hand, am a dark shade of brown, maybe a dark milk chocolate complexion but not mocha. My family is Trinidadian and we look like we are from an island because we are.

Maks is supposed to be a combination of those two things and be a dark caramel sort of complexion. But because of his love of the outdoors he more closely resembles me. There were even times this summer when he was darker than I was because he was spending more times outside than I was. Neither of the boys have the light complexion that Millhouse has. There have been times, in the past, when people have asked darker skinned friends if they were the boys’ dad, not realizing that Millhouse is their father. When the boys are with Millhouse, the most popular assumption that people make is that the boys are mine but they are not his.

Now this has never been much of a problem for Maks until this school year. Maks best friend in school is Guyanese* so his complexion is very similar to Maks’. In fact R and Maks could be related. They are the same height, weight, hair colour and type. If you were looking at them from behind, they could be brothers. They have been in the same class for the past three years but this year things have become noticeable.

And this is what presents the problem.

The boys are using their similarities to confuse their teacher. It has gotten to the point where R will get in trouble but the teacher will yell at Maks to behave. She cannot tell them apart at times. And Maks finds this wildly hilarious and has started to refer to R as his long lost cousin not his school friend.

This is all well and good except for the fact that R’s parents are both the same race and nationality. Maks’ parents are not. Maks has started to pull away from identifying with Millhouse and now only identifies with the Trinidadian genes that he has because R can easily relate to his Guyanese genes. He is noticing just how much different he and his dad are and he is starting to distance himself from his father because of it. When they are together he feels like they do not match because people cannot identify Millhouse as his dad because they look nothing alike. Now if you look past complexion at Millhouse and Maks, you will see they have the same features. They have the same chin, mouth shape, hands, walk and stand. But Maks cannot see all that. He just sees that he and his dad are not the same in ways that other kids and their dads are the same.

I know he is having a hard time processing this. He tries to avoid discussion of race with Millhouse but by not discussing it, it is making it all the more obvious. It is starting to bother Millhouse and this is a discussion that needs to be had.

But I don’t know where to start.

*Quick geography lesson – Guyana is a country on the coast of South America. Indo – Guyanese people tend to resemble Indo – Trinidadian people, but Trinidadians are waaaaay better looking and have a sexier accent. The accent thing is a proven scientific fact, google it if you don’t believe me. And the better looking part is just obvious, ah duh!