Today I walked into the school (J in tow) and a teacher stopped me and he said, “Excuse me, are you N’s mom?”
Uh oh, I braced myself. Here we go again.
He introduced himself and said, “I just wanted to tell you what happened in my P.E. class today.”
I put on my concerned face and was ready.
And then he proceeded to tell me a funny story about how he had the class come up with words that started with “P” and kids were saying things like “pat” and “pin” and “pen”. And then N bursts out with “PENNSYLVANIA”.
And that was it. He just wanted to tell me about it because it delighted him and he got such a kick out of N.
Meanwhile, I am still standing there, realizing that I have been holding my breath the whole time, heart pounding, and I’m trying to bring myself back to earth. Because this teacher just wanted to tell me a funny story about my kid and thought I would get a kick out of it too. I quickly tried to switch gears and come up with a laugh.