Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Words.....etc.
Yesterday was my parent conference at Little Son`s yuppie preschool.
Considering I am not exactly (ahem!) the perfect mother when it comes to packing healthy snacks, showing up for school events, and picking my kid up punctually (though I deserve the "most improved" award for the latter category, after a bad start), I was expecting the worst -- perhaps even something along the lines of this.
They love him there, though -- they really do. The teacher told me what a bright, sunny, smiley, charming, considerate little boy I had, and how he will definitely be ready for kindergarten next year, blah blah blah.
Great. But then she said, "We do have one concern."
I`m sure I visibly flinched.
"It`s a word he keeps saying, that we try to discourage, and we hope you will cooperate with us on this," she continued.
A word -- my mind reeled with the possibilities.
Was it Jesus? Was it fuck? Was it hell?
Or even Jesus fucking hell???
She didn`t leave me in suspense for long.
"It`s 'hey,'" his teacher said. "We`re trying to get him to address people by their names instead of saying, 'Hey,' to get people`s attention, and also not yell, 'HEY!' when he`s mad about something."
I am so relieved -- and amused -- that....well, that I can`t even come up with a good punch line to end this post.
I mean, fucking hell already!
Considering I am not exactly (ahem!) the perfect mother when it comes to packing healthy snacks, showing up for school events, and picking my kid up punctually (though I deserve the "most improved" award for the latter category, after a bad start), I was expecting the worst -- perhaps even something along the lines of this.
They love him there, though -- they really do. The teacher told me what a bright, sunny, smiley, charming, considerate little boy I had, and how he will definitely be ready for kindergarten next year, blah blah blah.
Great. But then she said, "We do have one concern."
I`m sure I visibly flinched.
"It`s a word he keeps saying, that we try to discourage, and we hope you will cooperate with us on this," she continued.
A word -- my mind reeled with the possibilities.
Was it Jesus? Was it fuck? Was it hell?
Or even Jesus fucking hell???
She didn`t leave me in suspense for long.
"It`s 'hey,'" his teacher said. "We`re trying to get him to address people by their names instead of saying, 'Hey,' to get people`s attention, and also not yell, 'HEY!' when he`s mad about something."
I am so relieved -- and amused -- that....well, that I can`t even come up with a good punch line to end this post.
I mean, fucking hell already!
posted by L. at 12:38 PM
7 Comments:
Oh whew. I am sure D knows some choice words of mine but will not reveal them until we see The Mother-in-Law again. Hmph.
Guess you missed the bullet this time!
Hey! Glad that went well ;)
Do you think when we go to those meetings that the teachers know DARN well that we are thinking of all the really dreadful things/words that our kids know and that they purposefully set us up like that and then complain about something innocuous? Because when I think about it, I can just picture them all in the teachers room going "get this, and then I drew it out really long and I sighed and I looked troubled and the mother had just about stopped breathing and then I said "he says 'hey"!!!!" and then they all fall down laughing....or am I just tired?
jenn
I guess they have to find something or their lives wouldn't be complete.
Just checked out the link. That's hysterical and all too familiar.
Don't learn to add - you're not ready for that?
Hey, L. That is great.
But starting early at "good" grammer is important. At 58 years old I am working hard to stop saying "Yeah" and replace it with "Yes." Now that I am working in customer service and I speak to hundreds of people each day, I find myself saying "Yeah" way too much.
But I still say "Hey, you, ..." a lot.
You KNOW your boy's a paragon when the concern is "hey".
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