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Wednesday – Ratting Out Mommy
Nov. 17th, 2010 09:48 pm.
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My husband called me this afternoon to let me know that our son had a pretty good day at school.
“Well, there was one trip to the office, but just one.”
“Just one?” I asked, “No one got hurt? No need to restrain him? The police and fire departments weren’t called? I call that and excellent day!” To be fair, the police and fire department have never been called, but sometimes it’s fun to wallow in hyperboles.
“No police, you’re right. It was a good day.”
“But mommy got pulled over by a policeman,” I heard a sweet voice say in the background. Suddenly, I was no longer a part of the conversation, just the subject of it. Jeff’s voice sounded a little further away as he spoke not into the phone, but in the direction of my beloved 6 year old snitch.
( Daddy Never Stays in The Dark )
.
.
My husband called me this afternoon to let me know that our son had a pretty good day at school.
“Well, there was one trip to the office, but just one.”
“Just one?” I asked, “No one got hurt? No need to restrain him? The police and fire departments weren’t called? I call that and excellent day!” To be fair, the police and fire department have never been called, but sometimes it’s fun to wallow in hyperboles.
“No police, you’re right. It was a good day.”
“But mommy got pulled over by a policeman,” I heard a sweet voice say in the background. Suddenly, I was no longer a part of the conversation, just the subject of it. Jeff’s voice sounded a little further away as he spoke not into the phone, but in the direction of my beloved 6 year old snitch.
( Daddy Never Stays in The Dark )
