"Mommy, Can We Erase The Bad Word...?"

Liesel and I just picked up Conor from daycare, and there was a note on his cubby saying that he had not had a very good week. Most of the week it was talking back, but today he hit someone, and spent a bit more time in time-out than usual... While I was talking to his teacher, Liesel was helping Conor get into the car. After returning to the car, the first thing Conor asked was...

"Mommy, can we erase the bad word at home?"

Me, a bit stumped, "What bad word?"

"The one Ms Lindsey wrote."

Me, still confused, "Ms Lindsey wrote a bad word at home?"

"No, the one she wrote on the note."

Me, now understanding, "Conor, there isn't a bad word on the note. All Ms Lindsey wrote was that you didn't have a good week so we could talk to you about it."

"Mommy, when we get home, I am going to erase the bad word with a pen..."


I have met my match, and his name is Conor...