Yesterday we rode our bikes to Zeist! About 18 km in all, just me and the Sniglet. It was the first really nice day this year, and we stopped for french fries and salad and saw lots and lots of countryside. Um, and some freeway…
Actually, Jack, the Sniglet doesn’t usually cry at school, that was new. Usually he gets red and growls and clenches his fists and makes threats, and if you push him too far he opens up a serious can of whoopass. And I’m not defending the whoopass, I’m just saying it’s not a spontaneous event. It is triggered by behavior that I think is also unacceptable. So from the teacher’s side, you know, yay, he didn’t beat the soup out of someone this time. But the behavior that makes him want to, continues unabated.
I haven’t heard back from the teacher yet. She emails a lot less often since I called her a Liar McFlamey-pants to her face.
What? The Dutch are supposed to be plain-spoken. I didn’t think she’d be that upset…
Song du jour of the day: Holiday in Spain, by Bløf & Counting Crows
