It only took 3 weeks for "my boy's" teacher to want to speak with me. Yesterday when I dropped him off at school, his teacher motioned me over and said "can I speak with you a moment?". Ms. Jackson wanted to inform me that "my boy" had made the comment in class that someone in a book or story they were looking at "looked like a homo".
For the next few seconds I only saw Ms. Jackson's mouth moving. The only sound I heard was the sound of my own blood rushing through my body. I'm pretty sure it's the same sound you hear right before you have a stroke.
After I composed myself I asked "my boy" what a homo was. He replied with the innocence of an 8 year old "a homeless guy ".
At least this year it took 3 weeks before a teacher needed to "speak with me".
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Oh that's awesome: homo/hobo, same thing. :)
Mine mixes up potato/tomato, but yours is a bit trickier :)
You just gotta smile at that one! :)
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