As we were having our usual race down the hall to his room, one of his teachers stepped out into the hall. He immediately ran to her and gave her a big hug. He is a sweet and charming young man, just the way I've raised him.
She turned to me and said, "Nathan said the sweetest thing yesterday."
Well of course he did, see the note above visa vie my parenting skills.
"He was playing with his dinosaurs, and I said 'Nathan, I love you.' "
Hold the phone. She loves him?
Did she carry him around in her womb for nine months while he laid on her bladder and kicked her ribs relentlessly during dinner? Did she push his melon-sized head from her "you know what" after 24 hours of excruciating labor and delivery? Did she breast feed him with chapped, cracked nipples every hour and a half for months? Did she teach him to roll over, crawl, walk, eat with a spoon, talk and his ABCs?
Dear reader, the answer is no! That would be the mommy's job, i.e. ME.
So what was Nathan's response to this freaky woman's admission of love? He said, "Aw, that's so nice.."
That's my boy!
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