I̶'̶m̶ ̶a̶ ̶r̶e̶c̶e̶n̶t̶ I was a stay-at-home dad. Sarcasm is my crutch and cynicism my wheelchair. Lunchroom Larfs are cute/silly notes I put in my daughter's lunch everyday. Each night I write a disturbing caption to make them palatable to cynical adults such as myself.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Luchroom Larfs- September 11, 2013
My daughter came home from school today and said she, "was not doing good at Grade One." I suppressed the urge to explain that it might be due to her atrocious grammar and asked why. One of the changes in Grade One is that there is no longer a teacher yelling at you to say it's time to come in from outside. Instead there is a bell that is easily ignored by a daydreaming five-year-old. She said that she got in trouble because she didn't hear the bell. I asked what she was doing. She told me that she was, "singing to the bees to invite them to land on her shoulder."
We of course sent her to bed with no dinner.
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