Mr. Intendant

Erin came home from school on Monday and told me how special her class is. It seems they had spent the entire day practicing their very best behavior and getting their routine just predictable perfect in preparation for a visitor on Tuesday: The Superintendent!

My sweet 2nd grader informed me that this man, some important guy, comes to each school once every year, and visits 3 classrooms. He was coming to her room tomorrow because they are the lucky winners very BEST! He would also visit a 5th grade, because they are the oldest and a kindergarten because they are little and cute, she figures, and people always like the little kids, ya know. But the principal, she came to Erin's class and said she picked them for the visit because they are just THE BEST! Gee, I am sure the teacher was not thrilled......

Anyway, her teacher, Mrs. M. spent most of the day getting them ready. Reminding them of their manners, exactly how they were to behave, what they would do when he came... yadda, yadda, yadda. She was so excited for this great honor being bestowed upon her humble yet fabulous class.

After school on Tuesday, when Erin arrived home, I asked about her day.

"Well, Mr. Intendant came and it is was great! He was there with another guy, but he didn't introduce himself. That was rude."

???? Mr. Intendant???? "Who, honey?

"You know, Super Intendant, mommy. I told you all about him coming yesterday. It was cool; I got to tell him about my biography person but he didn't know much about Helen Keller so I had to tell him all about her."

Oh Shit.Interesting.

"You didn't tell him any of the jokes you got from google about Helen Keller, did you?"

"No, just some interesting facts."

Good. She does have a bit of a brain filter.

I hope you enjoyed your visit to second grade, Mr. Intendant.