So finally the grandson is back in school. He's 8 and in the 3rd grade. The morning was typical, get up, have breakfast, get a ride to school in Papa's truck. The rest of my day was pretty quite till I went to pick him up at the bus stop. I get a phone call from the wife and she says that he is still at school waiting for me to pick him up. What? Turns out that when he went to summer school I took him and picked him up the first day. He thought that I was going to do the same today. I rush to his school and go to the office to get him. He is just broken hearted that I forgot to pick him up. So on the ride home I try to cheer him up and talk to him. Then I ask how his teacher is. He says, "She is so mean. She made us do a lot of math and made us do it really fast. Then she made us do all this reading and asked questions about what we read. SHE'S A WITCH I TELL YA!"
Sounds like school to me and where did he get SHE'S A WITCH I TELL YA!
Sounds like school to me and where did he get SHE'S A WITCH I TELL YA!
