I have personally purchased two shirts for my daughter that her Superintendent deems inappropriate to wear to school.
“Those are the rules, Babe. She’s still in elementary school. Even the word HELL isn’t allowed.”
‘Rules, shmooles. What a fucking square’
The school Supe only calls me “Babe” when we’re at home. If you haven’t caught on— our children’s school Superintendent/Principal is also the love of my life and husband Dan. This is a tricky mix from time to time, but highly entertaining all the time. To me at least. Dan, not so much.
I imagine it’s tough to get a call from the office staff alerting him that a student is missing from the afterschool program. Oh, by the way, that student is your daughter. Seriously– Who shits their britches first? The staff or dear old Dad??
Paige didn’t want to go to the after-school program that day because her 5th-grade friends were playing in the gym so she went there instead.
Trial and error numero uno for Paigey!
She got herself into big trouble for the first time in her 11 years with that one.
It’s a tough balance, but my guy has an incredible professional team around him, many I jokingly refer to as my sister wives. ‘Now they’re onto something, I need one of those!’
The teachers, teacher’s aides, office and kitchen staff, all of them truly love my kids. I see it myself. My kids may get called out more often than other kids, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. They know they are held to a higher standard and from time to time they slip up— the same way I did when I was their age. So far, they are good kids and seem genuinely happy.
What more could I ask for?
-JD
