We decided to pull my daughter out of school for the day and
go downtown and frolic in the parks. When I told her teacher
what we were doing, she stood up to her full 6'2" 240 pound
height, and, in her thick German accent, said, "Und vhy do you
vant to do dat? Do you tink kindergarrrten is a joke!?"
"Excuse me?" I said unable to tear my eyes away from her big
German breasts.
"Answer me!" she commanded.
"Um, no, kindergarten is not a joke."
"Dat is goot dat you know dat."
"If you like, I can have her do her work at home."
"Goot," she said as she produced sheets with apples, balls and
cats for her to color. "Be sure she stays in da lines, you
Amerrrican slacker!"
"Um, ok, Mrs. Braun. Thank you."
Boy, things sure have changed since I was five.
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