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Friday was the fiftieth day of school for Mister Man. In celebration, his teacher (whom we love) had a fifties day. They were to bring in 50 pennies, which they counted and used for all sorts of fun games. She provided 50 Cheerios per student for snack. They played with hula hoops during recess.
Oh, and of course, they were allowed to be out of uniform and dress for the fifties.
(Ok, seriously, why can’t he smile like that for the pictures for school?)
When I picked him up after school, I asked how the day went.
Fine, Mom, he told me. Mom, am I allowed to drink beer?
Ummm, no. You know that of course. You are allowed to drink root beer though.
The silence in the back seat was deafening.
Did you have root beer today, Mister Man?
Umm, I told Mrs. Teacher that I’m not allowed to have it.
Oh, knowing they also had root beer floats in school. So did you just have the ice cream then?
No, I just told her that I wasn’t allowed to have it.
Oops. Yeah, that generalizing thing isn’t exactly his strong point. Poor kid. Of course, now I have to wonder what the teacher thinks that I won’t let my poor little guy have a root beer float with the rest of the class!