Today was Logan's last day of school. A day he has been looking forward to and dreading in equal measures.
He's done with having to listen to his teacher explain the importance of reading and writing and arithmetic all day long, and yet he gets a little nervous when there is a change-a-coming.
Because what if it doesn't meet his expectations? That's when I usually say,
"Wow. That's a big, fat bummer sweet pea."
After all, I am nothing if not a loving and supportive mother.
I have always heard that in negotiations, the first person to speak loses. I always lose. Not my boy. He didn't speak a word, so the secretary asked Logan,
It was not a proud moment for me. Of course I was embarrassed by his lack of respect. So I called my husband. Tom was going to pick him up and I wanted to let him know that Logan needed a little chat about respecting those in authority. Oh, and P.S: Where the heck did the gum come from?
When I questioned Tom about it, he admitted that he didn't remember seeing Logan brush his hair, nor did he tell him to do so.
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