are 2 words to bring down the happiest most optimistic of teachers.
Tonight and tomorrow night. Oh lord.
Last time one of them informed me solemnly that his son had asthma, eczema "and he must not eat sand."
It's okay, I told him, nobody's allowed to eat sand.
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That must be hell. Do most of the think their kids are angels. I'm the opposite i just stare at the teacher in when she says my kids are so good.
Could be worse, he could have told his kid should have no more than three full spoons of sand per day.
Maybe he meant "bite the dust"?
Is sand off the curriculum thwse days? Tut. Falling standards.
*Wyndham shakes his head sadly and recalls fond memories of eating sand in the school canteen*
I used to hate parents evening for the moment when the teacher went "But"...
I recall those words bring fear into me when I was a student ...
I get that, Growing Up. Apparently some of them are angels for me in the class and save it up for their parents when they get home ;-)
Dcver, this is the same little boy who I caught eating leaves from the bushes in the playground, nothing would surprise me.
Dave F - bravo! What is it with men and puns... your brains must be wired differently.
Wyndham - they'll eat what they're given and like it! (attempt at Victorian schoolmarm).
Greavsie, it's so true. Because you sit there thinking "How can I put a good spin on this? I know, start off with something positive..."
Adrian - why? Did you pull the girls' hair and make them cry?
You clearly have a gift for comforting people, Annie.
I once had a kind who was constantly tired in class and when I asked him why he said it was because his mum sometimes kept him up yelling at him and sometimes he had to look after her when she was drunk late nights.
She came into the parent/teacher evening and said:
"He's a real son of a bitch, isn't he?"
"..."
Best not to discuss me and girls in school ... :-)
My nephew when he was a baby took to eating sand. Changing his nappy was pretty amazing what with that shit/sand combo. You'd have thought it would have done him some internal damage but it didn't. Fortunately he got over it.
I wonder if eating sand might help in the digging of escape tunnels from POW camps should you not have access to the wooden horse?
Sand mule, a respected wartime activity if ever there was one.
"What did you do in the war daddy?"
"I ate sand love. It wer' proper man's work. Aye!"
And maybe a little glass egg timer instead of a medal at the end, from the King, at the Palace. An acknowledgement that's both honourable and functional at the same time, oh yes.
I do my best Alda.
Destructor, words fail me too. Poor little sod.
I understand Adrian. I just thank my lucky stars that mine have a long way to go before they discover the opposite sex.
Dan, you are weird. I like it. (Secretly must confess that I used to eat sand too - but only on the beach, not in school. And whilst a baby, not aged six. Mmmm, sand...)
Parents evening part 2 was considerably enlivened by one mum saying "Excuse me if I speak funny, I've just had my tongue pierced."
And by a Hot Dad.
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