Yesterday, my 6-year-old son committed a major infraction at school. His crime: stealing a kiss from a fellow first grader.
His teacher told me with complete seriousness that he had violated a young ladies personal space, planted one on her cheek and fled the scene. He was sentenced to write a formal apology. Hmmm, I would have loved to see that note, “the fat cat likes rats", since he can’t spell “sorry” or “personal space”.
It goes without saying that I will be spending the weekend rehabilitating my little delinquent. Happy Friday!