I sat next to a friend of my daughter. She is in kindergarten. They just learned the letter “f.” My daughter’s friend had filled a 3×5 card with “f”s. He turned to me and said, “This is my report card.”
Now I could have encouraged him and told him how nice his “f’s” were and how smart he is. The problem with this scenario is that I am not completely and entirely a kid person. I figure being honest with this will help my children in the future. When they go to counseling, they can start off with: “Well, Mom didn’t like children…” Actually, I like kids and I love my kids but I have an aversion to snot. Children contain an abundance of snot. So much that it seems to continue to ooze out of their face. Hence the phrase: Snot nosed kids.
Due to my unbelievably wonderful repertoire with children, I looked down at my daughter’s friend, saw his report card, heard him sniff, and replied, “Bit of an underachiever, don’t ya think?”