I can’t believe it’s finally gotten to this point. The point where my own son sounds like he’s a student in one of my first grade classrooms. “Sit cross-cross applesauce daddy!”
Yesterday, while building a block tower I was scolded for sitting the wrong way. When I was in school we used to be told to sit “Indian Style” when when teachers wanted to sit cross-legged on the ground. You don’t hear that phrase anymore, even when I first started teaching i would tell the class to sit cross-cross applesauce. I’d occasionally through in a “sit like a Pretzel”.
But now it’s come full circle. I’m no longer the teacher… I’m the student… in my own house.
PS: Look at those knees… after years of hurdles… cross-cross applesauce no longer applies to me. My legs don’t bend like that anymore.