February 28, 2007

Mean Old Meanie

Son, as you know, has been home these past two days because he has strep throat. Through the very great kindness of my friend, the mother of one of Son's classmates, Son has been getting the work he missed.

Well, this afternoon Son got quite a pile of work (why so much in second grade?) and to say he was less than happy about it would be an understatement.

He kept farting around, and I told him "You've got your spelling pre-test tomorrow, a story to read, all these papers to do, and what adds up to thirty minutes of reading. Get moving!"

If looks could kill, yours truly would be dead now.