He's On To Me

It started as an innocent homework assignment. One that was easy enough for him that I didn't have to help in any way other than nab the crayons from the mud room.

On the scramble to the car, my eye caught a certain worksheet word as it was forcibly stuffed into the camo back pack. Yep - you see it. Line three.

"Wine." And an innocent lady sitting all alone at the table.

Next it kind of went like this:

"Laws - tell me more about this word and picture on line 3? It's very nice, but I'm concerned that Mrs. G may think it's not appropriate for school since kids are not allowed to drink wine."

He goes on to assure me this is an adult (read: his Mom) and the he will share that with Mrs. G.

It's now 7:43 and we're late. Mrs. G? She's gonna see this. And I'm going to have some explaining to do.

The first chance I have to write Mrs. G is close to lunch, which is ok, since she's been teaching for nearly 30 years. Surely she's seen some of this debauchery in her long career...

The email is sent, explaining we frequently have guests and family over and indulge in healthy amounts of the good grape juice. Her response:

"Thank you for letting me know. I did see his 'W' homework and he pointed it out to me that there was an adult sitting at the table with a glass of wine. So no worries. The adult looks like a very responsible wine drinker." End: smiley emoticon.

Mrs. G  - she gets me. I mean, to teach Kindergarten, a solo wine drinker at the kitchen table cannot be a foreign concept to her.

And, as my principal friends reassure me, it's better than another four-letter "w" word he could have written...