Today Thomas came home and told me that he'd been chosen to be a Teacher Helper for Art class.
"It's a good thing, I guess," he said. "I mean, it's better than not being chosen at all."
I told him I was proud of him, of course. The importance of volunteering your free time and thinking of others is a valuable lesson to learn.
Then I asked him what he would be doing.
He threw his arms up in the air and said, "She said we'd be sharpening pencils. HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY... I COULD BE PLAYING ON THE PLAYGROUND and instead I'll be sharpening pencils."
Ah, the lessons learned.
And yes, he really said, "Happy happy joy joy." That's my boy. :)