It was report card day yesterday, and I always get a little wound up on report card day, ranting about the meaningless comments. But yesterday was much cheerier than usual, because of this:
Captain: (cough cough) I’m sick, I can’t go to school.
Me: Well, it’s report card day, don’t you want to get your report card?
Little Miss: What will they do with his report card if he doesn’t come?
Me: They’ll probably throw it out.
Me: Yes. If you don’t show up on report card day, that’s it. You have to wait until June to get any results.
And then I snorted and told him he could stay home from school and call me crazy, but they’d probably give him his report card the next day. Poor kid, he has absolutely inherited my total gullibility, complete with the trademark saying of “REALLY???” at all turns. He and I will go forth in blind trust together.
Later I called the school to let them know he was staying home and asked if his report card could be given to the Little Miss, whose classroom is right next door. That was no problem, so turned out he got his report card after all, PHEW.
Funny report card story: the Captain is in Grade 6, and in health class this term they were studying drugs and why they are bad. His report card says that he can describe and understands the effects of “cannabis and other illicit drugs.” Sir Monkeypants and I had a good laugh about his extensive knowledge of illicit drugs, SNICKER, and then this happened:
Sir Monkeypants: So, what do you know about cannabis?
Captain: Well, for the first two weeks everyone in my class thought the teacher was saying “can of piss.”
SNORT. Guess you really wouldn’t want to sample THAT at a party.