Silly Haiku Wednesday
So, you know that I'm denying the reality that school has started, that my tall boy is a senior (so weird: he was seven just a minute ago . . . ) and that once again I have been thrust against my will into the hugger-mugger, frenetic pace of the American public school year. But I will put on my big-girl panties and proceed:
"Quick! What is eight times seven?!?"
(Times tables. They sucked.)
(Times tables. They sucked.)