One day down, 179 (or so) to go.
At the end of the school day yesterday, my son ecstatically ran over to our golf cart.
Me: "So how was it?"
Him: "First grade isn't hard at all! It's really, really easy! I know I can handle this!"
Me: "I knew you would love it!"
Of course, I had no idea how he would feel about it. I only hoped it would turn out well.
He did tell me one thing that raised my eyebrows.
Him: "Someone got in trouble for saying a bad word today."
Bad words already? I have to deal with bad words already?!
Me (trying to act nonchalant): "Oh, really? What happened?"
Him: "Some girl said "ding" and the teacher said that we don't say words like that in here."
This is a new one. I silently contemplate if new bad words have been added since I was younger.
Me: "Ding? Are you sure you heard her right?"
Him: "Yeah. She was sitting right beside me."
um... ok...
Me: "Well... if that's the rule, then just don't say it."
I still have no idea what actually happened, but if that's the worst word he hears for a while (forever would be impossible!), then I'll be grateful.
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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