It’s that time of year again, folks: Parents’ Night. Can I just say that we is proud parents. See me with the puffed up chest.
There was one minor complaint from Teach. The wee fella has an excellent attitude and wants nothing more than to do well. This has an unfortunate side effect. As the Teach put it, he has a “fondness for an exclamation”. If things don’t quite go his way, he has a tendency to shout out his frustrations.
So while his wee pals are bent over their desks doing their thing he’s all...
“Godammit!”
“Crud!”
and...
"OhMyGod!”
You can see how that might be off-putting. I would certainly be off-putted if I was sat beside him. However, when Teach told me this I could do nothing but laugh. Am I bad? Does this a bad parent me make?
I was hoping Teach would put me over the desk and give me a good caning as a punishment for this response. She just gave me THAT look and I was 10 again.
Needless to say, the wee man doesn’t like his teacher. She’s “too shouty”.
A sentence with “pot” and “kettle” jumps into my mind.
