My nephew, the Pistol is five and in kindergarten. He brings home a folder everyday in which the teacher puts a smiley or frowny face and my sister is required to sign it.
When my sister asked for the folder, the Pistol said, “That folder is filled with lies, written by a liar.”
Of course it was a frowny face and read, the Pistol pulled his pants down and sat on a table.
When questioned further, the Pistol replied, “No, I pulled my pants down, then up and then sat on the table.”
His teacher told my sister not to worry about it. It’ll be better once he’s moved to the gifted program.
What the teacher really meant – “Don’t worry about it. It’ll be better once he’s out of my class.”
